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cburbage - July 20 1996– The Three Broomsticks.

July 20 1996– The Three Broomsticks

In the hope of touching up her makeup while still avoiding the bathroom line Charity had decided to deal with the poor lighting, and simply root around her purse for a compact. She came to regret that decision when someone bumped into her, and made her lose her grip on her purse. “Shoot,” she muttered kneeling down to gather the contents of her bag without thinking of glancing at the other person.

She wasn’t even sure why she was here in the first place. Bars and pubs weren’t really her scene, but she had read herself her cards and was certain something horrible was going to happen here. A couple hours past and nothing did. Had she read the cards wrong? Would this just be another thing to make everyone believe she was crazy?

She pushed past the line in the bathroom and headed to the sinks to try to wash her hands and clean her face, something to soothe her. Instead, she bumped into someone trying to not bump into another.

“I am so sorry, Charity.” She bent down and tried to help the other.

#cburbage #c; charity burbage #;para

wtchinghour:

“C’mon, get yourself a beer! First round’s on me!,” Glenda near-yelled, wide grin on her face, a party hat lopsided on her head. Music was filling the Three Broomsticks – half of which she had hired for the occasion ( it had cost a ton, and she’d decided to compensate by not buying any new records or fish & chips for a while ) – and she was nearly bouncing with excitement. “It’s not every day your girl turns twenty, y’know, so you’d better celebrate.”

“I think I would rather just have a Coke,” Sybill replied, half-ordering, half-talking to Glenda, looking around with wide eyes. Parties were never really her scene. They never seemed to end well, either for her or for other people, but she decided to indulge for her former roommate. She even promised to try to keep her predictions to a minimum.

“Happy Birthday, Glenda.” She smiled at her. “I think you will like this year’s gift.”

#wtchinghour #c; glenda chittock #;para

meadowiisms:

“ Hmm? “ Doe replied with a quirk of her brow, as she processed the words that left the other’s lips. “ Oh, well I don’t think she would be considering that she’s been dead since before I was BORN. “ the young witch replied with a shrug of her shoulders. She had never placed too much stuck on Divination, preferring to believe that she was the MASTER of her own fate. Something about destiny just seemed far to contrived for her to ever really set her faith on. “ But I have heard that graves are rather uncomfortable so perhaps… you may be on to something. From what I know the woman was of a special sort, in my dad’s own words ‘ BLOODY DEMENTED ‘ I think that’s what he said once. So who knows, perhaps she would find an issue while enjoying her eternal slumber. “

“Sure. Perhaps,” she replied, eyes wide as though trying to frighten the other. “But what about the other grandmother? You do have two, yes?”

#meadowiisms #c; dorcas meadowes #;sh #dowevent1

wtchinghour:

While Glenda had her issues with Divination, she didn’t like this. She thought for a moment, eyeing Sybill. “Y’know, I barely even know my other grandma. Who knows what she’s up to,” she said, shrugging. “I bet she’s feeling a bit under the weather, or something.”

Then, she nodded. “For sure, yeah! I’ve never seen a house this big, it’s quite an adventure.” Glenda took a sip. “And the drinks are good.”

“Oh, yes, that was it,” she replied, perhaps a bit more eager than she should have been considering she was talking about the fate of a friend’s grandmother.

Finally, a smile graced the former Ravenclaw’s lips. A prediction not proved wrong and the company of a friend. Perhaps she could have a moment of enjoyment before the chaos. “Neither have I.” She watched Glenda take a sip and swirled her glass. “Certainly strong.”

#wtchinghour #c; glenda chittock #;para #dowevent1

wtchinghour:

Glenda had packed up her equipment a few moments ago and was now just enjoying the party, a third glass in her hand and walking around aimlessly. This was a good party – not necessarily her kind of party, but a good one nonetheless – and she was looking for one way or another to entertain herself. A good conversation, a few jokes; she didn’t really mind.

She didn’t expect this, though.

“Huh?,” was her first response, eyes falling on her former roommate. “My grandma is dead, Syb.” A pause, in which Glenda bit her lip. “You enjoying yourself?”

“Oh. Yes. Right.” Sybill tried to brush off Glenda’s words, but it always stung. No one ever seemed to believe her predictions and often times it made her wonder question herself. How was anyone to be believe she was the great-great granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney?

“Yes. It’s quite the party.” She looked back up at her former roommate with a small smile. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

#wtchinghour #c; glenda chittock #;para #dowevent1 #[ lmao it's all good ]#[ i usually do a lot of tag talking too ]

androblack:

“Some. Others are the people who disowned me.” She gives a grim smile. “Also these sort of events are always boring, and I’m surprised they never end in duels.”

“I fear it might still.” She looked at the other with widening eyes. “The night isn’t over yet”

#androblack #c; andromeda black #;sh #dowevent1

Sybill found a seat in the outskirts of the chaos. A nice, hidden place for her to people watch. If she was being more honest with herself, she had been asked to sit out for predicting something terrible to happen at this event. Apparently such predictions were frowned upon. She was used to people responding this way, but she still felt it her duty to warn them.

However, now, she sat, swirling her glass and taking turns look at the swishing champagne and the people when — she locked eyes with someone.

“Is your grandmother quite well? I wouldn’t be too sure of that.”

#dowstart #dowevent1 #[ idk have my lil weirdo ]

androblack:

“What? No. I hate these sort of affairs Sybill. Mummy and father used to force me to these as a child.” Andy says wrinkle of her nose. She shakes her head at the crowd of the people in front of her. “These people are… I can’t stand them.”

“I think everyone’s parents have forced them to come to those sorts of events,” Sybill mused, wiggling her nose ever so slightly. “But aren’t some of these people your friends?”

#androblack #c; andromeda black #;sh #dowevent1

androblack:

“I hate these,” Andy grumbles into the flute of champagne, standing off to the side easily. “And I think my parents are here too. Which makes this affair all the worse.” She shakes her head and then looks back up. “So, back into the maddening crowd?”

“Why?” Sybill asked, wide eyes scanning the room with intrigue. She had been asked to sit out in the corner for predicting that something was going to go wrong, but she was still quite content to be here. "You sense it too?”