» Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ 001/__: Sybella; The Good, the bad and the ugly.
❝ There’s really not much to say, unless you want me to start from the beginning.
If so, oh deary, you’re in for a treat.
See, I was born in the midst of an ancient half-blood family that, for some reason, values love above all things. My father was the oldest of 8 siblings, he married young, and his wife died during childbirth along with his baby. What about me? You may ask. Well, I wasn’t his wife’s baby, no. I was the product of a rather lame relationship from which my mother escaped as soon as I was born.
As for my father, well, he sorta… I don’t know how to put this but uh, his youngest sister found him dead in his home. He didn’t slip and hit his head though, he put himself out of his misery. And me? The unnamed, unbaptised baby that was crying upstairs with no consolation whatsoever, went straight to live with my aunt, the one who found my father’s body.
Worse thing that could’ve happened.
Don’t get me wrong. My aunt is an amazing woman, with a hell of an amazing gift to write but, just like my father, she’s bitter over a love that couldn’t be despite how much she tried. Growing up listening to her crying, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to make things better wasn’t my favourite thing to do, but she wasn’t always sad. Some days she’d wake me up with The Beatles, and she’d cook pastries for us both, and we’d spend the day playing or going through my pre-Hogwarts education. Those days were alright, I think.
On the days when she couldn’t drag herself out of bed, I’d go with my grandparents; lovely people. They taught me all of the crap I know about the lamest family to ever exist. I don’t believe much in any of their family lore, and they say it’s because I do not carry their name. See, I carry my mother’s, since my father asked in his will that I was not given his name. My aunt says it’s because he loved me enough not to curse me like that but come on… the man didn’t even bother to give me a name before he passed. My aunt chose Sybella for me. Thought it was sweet. I don’t think finding out I’m far too vulgar for my size did her any good, but at least I manage to make her laugh.
I think the hardest time was when I turned eleven, and we all knew I’d be coming to Hogwarts. Dad was the aunt’s favourite brother, and knowing she couldn’t be here to protect me from anyone that tried to hurt me in the same way she was hurt, well… it affected her a lot. The rest of the family had to tag along that september 1st, fearing that she’d throw herself to the tracks running behind me. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anyone the way I care about her feelings. Seeing her so tired and devastated made me feel miserable, but there wasn’t much of an option. School was right ahead of me, and I’d see her during the holidays, right? It still doesn’t get better, we’re always a teary mess whenever I have to go.
I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I’m the second family member to ever be sorted in said house, right after my aunt. The rest were either Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, but oh well… here we were. I can’t say I was very interested in Academics though, I think I was sorted into Ravenclaw merely because I think with my head instead of my gut or my heart but who knows, really? All I’m really outstanding in is boy chasing and even there, I’m lacking.
I love men. I love men so much I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to settle for one. I love them so, so much I don’t let heartbreak interfere with the chase. I’m a little indifferent, but I have been heartbroken once or twice, nothing the Aunt needs to know about. If she knows I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. Long story short: I should only let myself fall in love for someone who’s willing to take the fall for me as much as I would for him.
This family and its laws are frankly ridiculous.
I wouldn’t complain about feeling a little less like a used rag at times, though.
Anything else you’d like to know, feel free to ask right away. ❞
