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: the three broomsticks, hogsmeade !
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @thymetrowler / @sing-omuse / @mellifluousmagic !
“cheers.” he gives a little jut of his chin in the others direction and downs the glass of wine served by madam rosmerta at the bar in one gulp. whether it’s of good quality or not doesn’t really register with him, nor would it - niko’s never cared for this particular brand of alcohol, and the only thing he really notices is the fact that it’s really rather bitter. makes sense. she wouldn’t make the good stuff the free drink of the evening. “fucking intolerable, isn’t it?” not the kindest thing to SAY when it’s a wake, but what do you expect? it’s actually rather impressive that niko has lasted the hour he has, and a true testament to how badly he’s suffering that he’s even saying all that much at all, “the whole fucking thing.”
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : the three broomsticks .
𝚏𝚘𝚛 : @taciiturns .
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : closed .
“ did you ever take her class ? ” it’s a genuine question , FOR ONCE : murmured under the melancholy bustle , an olive branch extended in such somber circumstances . anton nurses a 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 glass of expensive whiskey , gazes over at mikaela with prying hues . it’s the wrong place to begin unraveling the whirlpool of her mind / DOES HE WANT TO KNOW ? that’s the question , isn’t it ? does he 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 to prick his fingers on the thorns he might find along the way ? callous indifference in childhood has bred ICE between father and daughter and it’s his own doing . he knows what she’ll respond with : why do you care ? regardless , he’ll press on . “ i don’t recall what she was like . ”
𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 his knee , her body already tucked carefully into his side . nestled together as they were on a table in the three broomsticks , close enough to each other that her breath brushes up against his ear . ❝ was she IMPORTANT ? ❞ eulalia whispers , familiar with this act of trading hushed barbs with each other / an entire love language formed behind palms cupped around the corner of their mouths . this song and dance is one they perform well . and though eulalia had donned the proper somber demeanor and heartfelt sympathies for the occasion, this funeral ( for a woman she had never even met , at that ) was not one she was particularly keen on suffering for an overly long time . ❝ nikoʻs outfit makes me think not but i havenʻt seen him at enough funerals to know if that is simply his go-to . ❞
“A drink, dear?” Molly held out a cup to Kenneth, a small smile to mean that she wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t take it. She had been going around to anyone she could to lighten the mood a bit, it was getting too gloomy for her liking. Reminded her too much of Fred’s memorial, she would do anything to not be reminded of that day. “You just looked sort of alone over here.”
“This is all a bit...melodramatic, isn’t it?” In truth, Helen actually liked Sybill in her Hogwarts years, perhaps not so much now but she did quite like her back then. She even looked up to the professor at the time, inspired her to want to pursue divination as some kind of career before she divorced herself from a wix career at all. Sybill’s death did cut Helen deeper than she thought it would, not like she would ever admit it. “The woman predicted the gruesome deaths of just about everyone, anyway.”
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : the three broomsticks .
𝚏𝚘𝚛 : @acatalcpsy .
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 : closed .
“ weasley . ” merlin help him , are they EVERYWHERE ? lucius knows , objectively , that the weasleys are by no means short in numbers ( albeit one down , and he's not heartless enough not to understand the 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 of it ) . azkaban hasn't prepared him for THESE kinds of encounters , though : first , ginevra at florean fortescue's , fiery and intransigent , and now arthur . if there 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 happen to be a god , he's chosen a funny time to start smiting lucius septimus malfoy down . “ how . . . nice to see you . ”
“I’m so tired of funerals.” Voice just low enough for her husband to hear. The hand that gripped her drink was so tight, she was sure it would break at some point. Another funeral, another life lost and for what? How many more? She was acutely aware of the ringing in the ears, but she was too caught up in thoughts of the past to focus very much on it. “I can’t...I cannot deal with them anymore.”
