SYBILL PATRICIA TRELAWNEY was laid to rest three weeks after her murder in the little cemetary that lays just beyond hogsmeade village, scotland. it was a solemn affair, attended by her surviving family - excluding muggle half sister - long term coworkers, and a rather impressive number of ex students who had been counted among her favorites over her hogwarts tenure, or who had a soft spot for their old professor. the recent curfew imposed by the ministry of magic wrecked havoc upon the initial plans arranged for after, but with help from madam rosmerta, something a little more in sybill’s spirit could be pulled together on short notice. everyone who knew her knew of her fondness for a tipple of sherry, and in all the time she called hogwarts home, the three broomsticks had always been her preferred bar. individuals who made the trek for the funeral were encouraged to move towards the bar, after, and share a drink with her family. it was intended to be a solemn, professional kind of event - destined to move beyond it after a few more drinks & the locking of the front doors for a good old fashioned lock in.
if you can slip away, later in the evening - if you can spot the other people your age slipping out the back, giving themselves a little overhaul & trying to muffle their chatter - maybe you’ll find the REAL celebration of life itself. no one knows who exactly had the idea to use cover of three broomsticks event to sneak away and set up a number of bonfires on the hill where the shrieking shack lies, but the use of a muffling spell around the perimeter ensures sound won’t carry, and the place is off the radar enough that should an auror make the rounds to ensure the curfew is being kept, they won’t notice. there’s loud music being played, and beer being passed around / people are laughing & having fun, something in huge contrast to the day that’s really in it. whether they’re here to rebel and are unaware to the other event happening concurrently, or whether they simply want to leave the tragedy at the grave - the bonfire seems destined to rage all night.
WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :
THE THREE BROOMSTICKS : it certainly begins as an event for anyone who wishes to pay their respects in a more traditional way, but madam rosmerta is known for her hospitality, and her high standing within the community allows her to flout the rules in her own special way. there’s no worry that the memorial - or event, as it swiftly becomes, with free flowing drinks & soft music & youthful memories, shared amongst friends & strangers alike - will get cut short, given that the bolting of the front doors turns it into a lock in, and the three broomsticks sort is more likely to draw the aurors enforcing curfew in than it is force them to break up the gathering. the earlier hours keep the initial intent intact, but as the evening grows darker and everyone enjoys themselves a little bit more, the memorial shifts from somber to... well. enjoyable !
THE SHRIEKING SHACK : word of mouth & natural curiosity can be thanked for the crowd drawn this way, but someone had to come up with it, and no one really knows who did, and there’s plenty of people willing to take credit. leaving the three broomsticks, if you attended, or apparating directly onto the hill before the ten pm curfew is the smartest thing to do, there’s no denying, but if you run a little late you’ll probably get lucky - no one’s paying anyone leaving madam rosmerta’s bar much mind, and once you get there, you’re laughing. it’s not much of a MEMORIAL, certainly much more of a party, but sometimes... that’s what’s needed.
OUT OF CHARACTER :
it seems only right that for our one year anniversary, our next event should be one that’s really very nox ! two in one events have become a bit of a staple for us over the last year, and sybill’s goodbye was another opportunity to give multiple options, and let you choose your own adventures. the official memorial is being hosted at the three broomsticks, and follows the more traditional approach. there’s probably been a speech or two, and there’s definitely a drink in memory of, and when it gets a little late, madam rosmerta will lock the doors & turn it into a proper little gathering, music change & all !
elsewhere, a very different sort of flouting the rules is taking place on the shriekign shack hill. no one knows who started this, but the heat from the bonfires is a welcome comfort, and the spell muffling the area was already well in place when most people made their way there by word of mouth. there’s beer going around, music blaring, and it’s not as much a memorial as it is the opportunity, taken, to party. given the fact that st patrick’s day was cancelled, who can blame ‘em ?
these events will be two weeks long, beginning officially today, at 12:00am GMT - click this sentence to see what that works out at for your timezone !
you do not have to pause any current threads for the duration, but you are welcome to, if that makes your workload any lighter ! please just ensure proper tagging, so that event threads are easily differentiated from regular ones.
event specific starters ( private and otherwise ) can be posted into the appropriate tags : either nox.lockin or nox.bonfire. i know ! i’m super inventive ! the lock in location is the three broomsticks & the bonfires can be broadly called the shrieking shack, but if you tag location, hogsmeade is fine for both !
please keep in mind the galleon system with starters & everything, as most will earn you points !
if you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the main, and please comment anything you’d like on this post to let me know you’ve read it !
location: shrieking shack
status: open
(happy one year!) <3
she didn’t really stay very long at the three broomsticks. the melancholy made her uncomfortable very quickly. she knew it wasn’t meant to be comfortable. it was a memorial, after all. but she remembered the way that she badmouthed professor trelawney so openly during her years at hogwarts. she felt like everyone there knew. so pansy just stepped in to pay her respects, set down a sympathy card, had a drink with her arms folded over her chest and an uneasy smile, and then escaped as smoothly as she could to the shrieking shack. pansy wore black fairly consistently so her memorial attire doubled as party-wear. all she needed to do was remove the light black overcoat she wore, tug the neckline of her black shirt, and use another quick spell her fix her hair and makeup.
the party at the shrieking shack was more pansy’s element. less dealing with uncomfortable emotions. lots of booze. having it be more socially acceptable to smile and laugh or roll her eyes. and being in the outdoors with space to breathe with other relatively intoxicated young adults. yeah, pansy parkinson was most definitely more in her element. plus, she was certain that her friends were more likely to be here.
pansy was sitting on a small unoccupied log by the bonfire, a beer in hand. her knees were somewhat tucked up to her chest, the glow of the fire lighting up her dark eyes. her cheeks were already growing pink as she sat there, passively scoping the drunken crowd.
