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TASK 002 // magic.

under the cut !!

talk a little about their wand (wood, core, anything else you want to add, maybe if it took them too long to get paired with the right one)

her wand is 9 and a half inches, hazel and unicorn hair, very flexible.

she picked out her wand in ollivander’s, and it took a long time because she kept complaining about them not having ‘the right feel for a seer’.

she’s pleased with the wand she has because of its core. sybill appreciates unicorns and think they are wonderful, rare creatures ( which she might relate to seers ).

can they conjure a patronus? what about a corporeal patronus? even if they can’t, hypothetically, which form would it have?

sybill can, but her patronus is weak. 

it takes the form of a hummingbird.

what’s their boggart?

sybill's worst fear is that she could be a fraud, so she sees herself, ostracized by everyone and with fraud painted across her skin.

name three scents they’d pick up should they smell amortentia:

lemon tea.

mint pastilles.

coconut rum.

which electives did they pick for their third year?

divination and the study of ancient runes.

she obviously had to pick divination. she kicked up quite the fuss when she was younger that divination wasn’t a core subject ( as it should be ).

were they a prefect? what about head boy/girl?

sybill was neither, which was probably for the best. during her years at hogwarts, she spent most of her time with her head in the clouds, daydreaming. she didn’t have the focus to become a prefect.

did they ever join the hogwarts quidditch team?

no, but she enjoyed watching the ravenclaw team. a favorite past time was also of course predicting the outcomes of the games.

do they have a favorite professional quidditch team? do they even care about the sport?

sybill doesn’t have a favorite team, but instead watched the local teams in europe wherever she went on her travels. now she doesn’t really have a favorite either, but cheers for the ravenclaw team at hogwarts.

while at hogwarts, did they join any clubs?

sybill started a divination club during her time at hogwarts. 

she was also in the slug club, due to her relation to cassandra trelawney.

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         one might think that the divination tower would be a lonely place, so far away from everyone else, but sybill considers it home. it’s where she feels the most at peace, the most protected. but after the events at merlin’s day, not even her tower can make her feel safe. so she’s walking around the room, fiddling with crystal balls, making sure everything is in order. if sybill is to avoid any future mistakes, everything must be pristine - nothing can be even a millimeter off. she moves the tea kettle, waving her wand absentmindedly to light a small fire underneath it. when someone walks in the room, sybill doesn’t notice at first, and continues to move stuff around, fixing the charts of the stars and perfecting the alignment of the planets floating in the air. finally, she looks over her shoulder and spots dorcas. startled, she puts her hand to her chest and lets out a long breath. “dorcas! you mustn’t sneak up on people in times like this,” she says, her words accompanied by a small hiccup. “would you care for some tea? i’ve just put a kettle on.” a pause, eyes wandering towards the tea cups sitting in disarray on her shelf. she hasn’t had time to organize them yet, which leaves room for error. not good. forcing herself to look away, she instead focuses her attention on dorcas. “i do hope you went to see a healer after you left me - you looked pretty banged up yesterday. does it still hurt?”

                                       ( @dorcasing )

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dorcasing.

“oh well.” she muttered as she walked into the seemingly empty bar, almost deaf to the commotion outside those walls, as if there were no screams. she’d lost sight of benjy eventually, not worrying too much, though. he was an auror, he could fight back well. instead, she focused on the few people in need of help she’d found along the way, trapped under rubble, looking for missing loved ones, walking around numb by shock and injuries. her hands stung as she grabbed a bottle from the shelf, and every time she moved her fingers, a smudged red handprint was left - and that was exactly why she felt that, after a few lives saved, it was time for a quick break. to numb herself from the aching cuts, the buzz in her ears and the rush of memories it all brought. above all, she was quite excited to be behind the counter, drinking without paying. her gaze drifted to the side - she wasn’t that alone. “y'know that door isn’t curse-proof, right? or push proof. THEY can come in any time.” she drank from the bottle itself, almost urgently, almost craving. she was a mess already so, oh well, what was really stopping her?

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        sybill had sneaked into the bar looking for some alone time and for something to numb...well, everything.  she was now sitting underneath a table, taking small sips from a vodka bottle with tears streaming down her face, her body shaking slightly. it wasn’t a good day anymore. the death eaters - or whoever they were, had made sure of that when they decided to murder someone. it certainly didn’t help either that sybill still felt somewhat responsible for reading the signs so wrong, and being so blinded by hope. when she heard the door open, she didn’t bother looking in its direction, and instead crawled closer to the wall, hoping they wouldn’t see her. unfortunately, her quiet sobs probably gave her away, as the person soon spoke --- and sybill recognized the voice. “dorcas, is that you?” she said, her voice hoarse from crying. “then let them come,” she responded quietly, lifting the bottle to her lips again. she lifted her gaze from the ground to see her friend, but gasped as she saw the state dorcas was in. “ but look at you !! you’re all bloody and banged up. shouldn’t you see a healer? “

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cnimagus.

While Minerva was no stranger to death, she had never seen it like this. Never before had she watched a former colleague be murdered so publicly, only to watch former and current students be hit by jets of light —- it all happened in slow motion for her, like a sick, twisted movie that represented her worst nightmares. When Harold Minchum died, Minerva’s fingers had wrapped themselves around her wand and she had cursed, softly ( and had not cared if anyone had heard ) and prepared for the worst.

And the worst happened.

Minerva avoided the curses and hexes that flew around her, let her eyes assess the situation while she thought — what had been the plan in a situation like this? Her brain raced, her body moving at the same time ( she still thanked her years as a Quidditch player for her ability to multitask ), her grief growing in her stomach ( she would retreat later, she knew, to drink to Harold and any others that had/would pass, but didn’t take any minute to feel the dull shock  that death brought now ) and her heart beating hard against her chest. 

And then suddenly – “Duck !,” she yelled, her hand grabbing someone else’s, pulling them down, a jet of light – green or yellow, she wasn’t sure – flying over their heads and hitting a wall in stead. “You okay?”

           no, sybill was not okay. while she was not personally involved in the war, she still felt it weighing on her, tearing her apart just like with the rest of them. today was supposed to be a GOOD day. all the signs pointed towards it ---- the tea leaves, the crystal ball, the stars. this was not supposed to happen. but then again, the SIGHT can be easily misinterpreted, if you look too closely. maybe sybill’s judgement had been clouded by hope. a mistake she won’t do again. she would just have to be more careful with the prophecies, look at all the signs twice and always double check her work.      part of her felt responsible for what was happening. she had told everyone that would listen that all the signs pointed towards it being a SAFE and GOOD day. had she instilled a false security in people’s minds? were people unprepared because of her? not even the curses flying around her scared her as much as that thought.          sybill was in shock. she didn’t even realize that she was still holding her coworker’s hand, squeezing it tightly, probably hurting her. “oh, minerva. can’t we have one peaceful day without someone ruining it. i’m so tired. “ i need a drink, was her next thought, but she didn’t want to say that out loud. “you saved me -- thank you.”

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lemonflint.

                                                     “ and you were right ! ” 

lemon smiled, small glass in her hand still full ( she had a performance later, she had to stay SOBER — for now. )

“ it’s snowing too, how beautiful is that. i was SO upset it didn’t snow last year, syb, did you know it was gonna snow ? is that something you can feel or is it more like, things on a larger scale ? ” 

               “ with a name so sour you certainly are still a sweet friend,” sybill replies softly, her lips curling upwards into a content smile as she puts down the glass. lemon’s friendship does mean a great deal to her, and she’s as grateful as ever to have her friend’s unwavering support.  “i wish i had, but i’ve been so focused on the safety of the event, i didn’t have time to check the weather!!” she nods intensely, another hiccup escaping her lips without her noticing. “and you lemon, will we hear you sing tonight?”

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               sybill pours herself another glass of brew and lifts it to her mouth, an almost euphoric smile appearing on her lips as she downs the liquid. although she probably won’t admit it, she main reason she loves merlin day is that they serve the BEST brew, at an affordable price. and sybill loves her brew. “you know, i sensed that this year’s merlin day would be better than usual,” she chirps before letting out a small hiccup. “ -- if only people would listen to me, they’d know not to worry.  “

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anyone else have a heart thats too soft….. a marshmallow heart…… tempur-pedic mattress heart…. a cotton candy heart…..

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ofthejxnes.

        Hestia paused trying to wrap her mind around what Sybill had just said. “I wanted a distraction, not a philosophical theory… I don’t need to question my existence today.”

                    " My sincerest apologies ---- certainly I understand that such theories may not be well received among those who do not possess the Sight,” she spoke softly. “So do you know your way out of here or what? I must say I wouldn’t object to being trapped in here if I had company, but I’d still like to make my way out sometime. Can’t stay forever in one place.”

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ofthejxnes.

      “Please tell me you’re here to distract me from my pile of depositions that I have to finish.”

       “ ----  Technically no. I was looking for my way out of here, but I’d say that I’m lost by now. It truly is interesting though how the ministry can mirror the labyrinth of life so perfectly.”

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dorcasing.

“then i told her i saw gloom, in the shape of a storm. dark times awaited her, troubled times. a divorce, i felt.” dorcas nodded as she sipped on her tea. “she called me a con artist. a complete fraud.” which, granted, she was, especially given the fact that she’d never predicted that to anyone and the cynic woman of the story didn’t exist. “i just don’t understand how people can not rely on the soundness of The Sight in these trying times, sybill.”

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sybill listened intently, nodding and gasping at all the right moments as dorcas’ story progressed. when she finished, sybill stirred her tea and gave her friend a long, understanding look. “certainly i can relate,” she said, her voice sympathetic. “you must have patience, as some people simply cannot handle the truth of the Inner Eye. that is why we must be careful not to say too much, as it will make those who are Unknowing nervous if we do.” sybill let out a small sigh and put down the tea cup. “we have a great gift, but we must respect the limitations of those who cannot grasp it.” not that sybill was very good at doing that herself, but it was technically sound advice.

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CHARACTER SHEET :// TRELAWNEY.

the basics:

hometown: leeds.

current location: scotland (hogwarts).

zodiac sign: pisces.

moral alignment: lawful neutral.

four temperaments: melancholic phlegmatic.

one good trait: she values kindness highly.

one bad trait: she is a little timid, yet also very overdramatic.

habits:

one bad habit: has recently started predicting the death of her students during her classes (and will for the next 20 years continue to do so). she also makes promises she can’t keep a lot.

one good habit: she has started inviting lonely students up to her divination tower to sit with her during long lunches and breaks (she can relate heavily to being lonely herself so she feels for them).

one habit they can’t break: sybill is an alcoholic and has been for a while now. her “predictions” kinda get more intense when she has been drinking.

one they’ve broken: she used to smoke.

family:

their parents names: pauline and barry trelawney.

their siblings names: she is an only child.

favorite childhood memory: - literally anything regarding being a seer. basically whenever anything she had predicted came true, she would tell everyone she knew about it and would blow it way out of proportion.

favorite family member: - her parents were both very absent during her upbringing so SADLY her favorite family member is her great great grandmother, cassandra trelawney.

what they prefer:

owl, frog, or cat? - sybill has a black cat that accompanies her in her tower and often “helps” with her classes. the cat’s name is teacup.

apparition or floo network? - sybill will use both, but prefers the floo network.

muggle or wizard art? - wizard art. sybill hasn’t come into contact with a lot of muggle art.

radio or newspaper? - newspaper. she reads it every morning ( lowkey looking for things she may have Seen with her Inner Eye ya know).

robes or muggle clothes? - she wears her robes 99% of the time.

favorites:

hogwarts subject: divination of course !!

piece of clothing: i would say her jewelry because she wears A LOT of it.

place: her divination tower.

memory:  - right now it’s probably finding a job at hogwarts since that’s the most recent Good Thing™ in her life.

person:  - it’s cassandra trelawney again smh. sybill really loves her great great great grandma, the great seer.

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lemonflint.

she sat, quill between her lips, as she read through her song book, lyrics scattered across the pages. she’d been writing for HOURS now, had gone through three cups of coffee & was beginning to lose patience. she sighed, let the quill drop from her mouth and ran a hand through her hair. 

“ i need a break. ” she muttered to herself.

                sybill was sitting at the other end of one of the pub’s larger tables, and had been studying lemon for a while now. rather than drinking coffee, sybill was downing firewhiskey like there was no tomorrow ( which, according to her crystal ball, there was a high probability that there might not be ). “ --- then why don’t you take one?” she said, words slurred. “whatever you’re writing can’t be that important that a break would be impossible.”

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@fataledahlia //  ✪ starters

          “Would you just keep your hands to yourself?”

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@peacvck //  ✪ starters.

            “Let’s go find a bar.”

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           “Family is everything, don’t forget that.”

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( @meowbridge​ //  ✪ starters. )

          “Okay, I admit it, I was just trying to sleep with you.”