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miss-ritaskeeter‌:

Good company was hard to find and even harder to keep in the world that they lived in. It didn’t help that Rita seemed to lack the ability to make friends that didn’t prove their worth. Sybill Trelawney hadn’t done anything to prove her worth except not let Rita push her away but that had been enough for the woman to let her guard down just enough. Once there was a crack in the foundation Sybill had busted the rest down. Friends was an uneasy term but it was the only word that could describe what they were. Thus Sybill would show up unannounced and Rita would keep the woman out of any articles that might be published – and when it came to Skeeter that was the highest show of respect.

The stone’s were nothing new, they didn’t even earn a raise of her brow anymore. A smirk was still growing on her face as her eyes softened just slightly. “I do believe I can make time for lunch.” Her posture relaxes as the charmed quill halts in it’s writing and falls to the parchment below it. 

“Did you bring anything or shall I have my assistant fetch something? If I had to take a guess I would assume she could at least do that right.” Godric, what she’d do to get the woman before her working at Witch Weekly. She’d bet that things would be in tip-top shape in no time but Rita had stopped pressing long ago. Sybill knew she had a job if she needed one. 

Assistant to the most powerful woman of their world. It was... Well, Sybill could see how people might have an interest in her. Aurors were always in the paper after a successful mission, Millie even more so. Sybill was in the background of most photos of her, she would’ve been an easy target to sensationalize and gossip about. Thing is, she hadn’t taken the job for attention, she’d taken it because she wanted people to take her seriously. If Rita Skeeter had started unraveling that hard earned reputation it could’ve ruined her. Sybill was glad they’d been able to make nice, that they each recognized and respected the other for their hard work.

Rita got her exclusives, Sybill stayed off the front page.

People had all different kinds of love languages. Words, gestures, crystals. For as spur of the moment as her visit might seem she’d still taken the time to find the right one to set down on Rita’s desk before she left her house. A simple way to say that she was thinking of someone. Caradoc couldn’t put on a jacket without finding runes and crystals in the pockets.

“Even I trust your assistant to handle lunch.” Sybill replies with a soft smile, “I didn’t think far enough ahead to bring anything, I’ve lost my edge.”

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lucindatalklots‌:

While she wasn’t particularly bothered that the woman already had a drink, she was bothered by the fact that she couldn’t quite place her. There was something about the woman that was familiar, Lucinda most certainly crossing paths with her at some point or another, even if it was from afar. The question remained, however, how she knew her, which could only make all the difference. Lucinda wasn’t too ‘fond’ of certain people in the wizarding world, after all.

But, she did have a talent for playing with people. Whatever their blood, she wasn’t about to give them the time of the day if they weren’t worth at least some interest to her. “You wouldn’t, huh?” Lucinda took her drink in hand and shuffled to the bar stool that was free besides the woman, offering her a better chance to get a look at her face. Nothing was coming to mind, but she was so familiar. “I meet a lot of people, so I could be wrong, but, frankly, I rarely am. I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” Though Lucinda had a smile on her face,  to those who truly knew her, it was far from harmless. “What’s your name?”

Sometimes titles were just that. Sometimes it didn’t so much define who you were as a set of constraints that had been placed upon you. That was certainly how Sybill had once felt about being a seer- it was beyond her control, just something she inherited. She wasn’t exactly ready to empathize with death eaters, but, well, just as much as your lineage might dictate that you are a seer surely pressure could be put on you to fit in other boxes. 

The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t a place people came to fight, it was where you came to rest. So perhaps whichever side of the line you fell on it was okay just to talk here. 

Sybill watched her face carefully and took a sip from her glass, giving a nod to her server in thanks. “Perhaps this is one of those rare occasions.” She shrugs, the smile on her face still amicable, “I think an inconsequential thing like a name might only cause more problems if you’re simply looking for fun.”

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andromedatnks‌:

Maybe it was the motherly instincts, but Andromeda could often sense if someone was particularly bothered, or worrying about anything in particular. The way that Sybill spoke gave Andromeda the sense that something was wrong. She may have been reading too much into it, but the prospect was not too far fetched after all; everyone was under an incredible amount of stress, and someone like Andromeda, or even Sybill, surely were not immune. Andromeda knew of Sybill’s upcoming nuptials – she hoped more than anything that the day was special, and not bogged down by any worries.

“Do you need to talk about anything?” Andromeda’s face was a picture of gentle concern as she watched Sybill, not prying directly into her mention of the people at the Ministry, and needing to get out of the house. Andromeda wasn’t a nosy busy-body, unlike others she had grown up around. But if Sybill needed to talk, Andromeda would happily assume the position. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

Intuition was in everyone. The secret was learning to listen to it. Some people just never learned how, but she’d found over recent years that it was a skill most parents picked up even if they hadn’t been much good at it before. Molly and Andromeda both, she was sure, would be able to pick up the sad twinge to her voice. It was difficult to keep spirits high these days even with the wedding to look forward too, there was just such an oppressive energy hanging in the air.

Still Sybill puts on a bit of a smile and shakes her head, “it’s all the same worries most of us are saddled with these days.” she says, “and I fret for my friends still in the Ministry too, I’m sure it’s not an easy building to work in these days- not that any of those jobs were the easiest to start, but you know what I mean.”

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xfadetoblack‌:

The irritation in his voice was evident, he was sure, but it was no fault of Sybill’s. Everyone seemed irritated these days; it was the undercurrent of fear those goddamned Death Eaters beat into the souls of the innocent. As venomous as their symbol, their reach spread like venom, like a drop of ink in a glass of water, tarnishing all. Sirius stepped aside, welcoming the curious witch inside before he closed up appropriately, turning back to her with an unsettled clearing of his throat. He trusted Sybill, cared for her the way an old friend should, though he didn’t know her as well as others did. He supposed it was in her curious nature to show up unannounced; she was right, of course. Letters weren’t always terribly prudent these days. “Not at all, I was about to settle for a spot of supper. You’re welcome to join me.” He remarked, inviting her into the kitchen. Lifting his can of soda off the table, he tipped it back and let the carbonation sting the back of his throat.  “Mmm,” he began, swallowing the cola before he turned and cleared his throat. “Would you like a drink? I’ve water, cola, fire whiskey, irish creme. I could make you a cuppa, if you’d like?” He was shifty, still adrenalized from opening his door to a fight that never came. 

It was a different kind of animosity these days. Back in Hogwarts people had avoided her because she was strange, it had been whispers and narrowed eyes and scary sparks of magic shooting past her head. Back then no one had known about the old magic living in her, but something in them had still recoiled from it. At least that was what she theorized. It was better than the alternative, that she was just unlikable and odd.

She knew it was no fault of the Order members, it was difficult to trust something you had no solid proof for even at the best of times, and Sybill was sure the way she would interrupt meetings to reject an idea based on a feeling or some vague thing she’d seen in her sleep was really annoying. So no surprise that her presence could be grating, even now. “Oh, I already ate. Would love a cup of tea though, thanks.”

It was an awful thing to do, cast doubt on someone’s friend. Sybill knew as soon as she gave voice to these thoughts Sirius wouldn’t be able to look at him quite the same again, even if he tried too. Was that fair of her? Did she have the authority to put these questions in his head? Maybe not, but she wouldn’t get any answers to them on her own, so perhaps this was how it had to be done. 

She twisted a tourmaline ring idly round and around her finger, wavering in his living room. “I’m not sure you’ll like what I came to talk to you about. So I’ll say first that it’s not urgent, and if you tell me to leave I will, and no one else is privy to what I might tell you. I- you should understand it’s not... It’s not a science, I’m sure you get that. But the information I get is more reliable than people give me credit for, there’s just a lot of variables in something like this. The tiniest change makes a difference.”

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frcya-travcrs‌:

“But it’s got to be the truth at least once, right?” Freya replied with a sly smile. For the most part, Freya liked to keep her feelings as enigmatic as her loyalty - it was a habit she’d developed as a child, and she found it suited her even better these days. It wasn’t as though anyone was bothering being ‘authentic’ these days, not unless it was being authentically wretched or else authentically dead… 

With a flick of her wand, she summoned a glass, pouring in the amber liquid close at hand and adding a few ice cubes before sliding it over. She picked up the coins and placed them in her apron. “’Bout as busy as can be expected when a fraction of the population is now scared for their lives,” she shrugged lightly, no judgment either way about world events. “The raiding crews come in near the end of the night. Rowdy bunch and you’ve got to watch where they put their hands, but the tips are good…” 

“Not necessarily, but I’ll pretend I believe you- if only to fuel my own narcissism.” Sybill quips with a grin, swinging her legs. She has a respect for Freya’s decision to maintain a neutral facade, honestly. It was her own position for years so she could hardly begrudge someone else for doing what was best for their safety.  She just hopes the neutral ground doesn’t become another warzone, it would be sad to see the little pub lost to all this awful fighting. Perhaps if she sees threat of such a thing she’ll warn Freya herself.

She hums softly and tapes a sip from her glass, the tension dropping from her shoulders, “glad I came by earlier then. Probably best I get out of dodge before they arrive.” Not that she’d been particularly vocal, and she was a fairly new member of the Order so it was possible that piece of news hadn’t made it to their ears. Still she was the former assistant to the Minister, that was probably still worth something. “No ones giving you any trouble though, right?”

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emmlvance‌:

Em smelt her before she saw or heard her; the wind whipped the scent of freshly baked bread around her nose, causing Emmeline to seek the sight of Sybill. She was surprised to see her out and about down these streets and- Em focused in on what she was carrying. Why was Sybill late night buying bread? Honestly, that was probably least unusual or mysterious thing about the woman. 

“It was a late night at the office, unfortunately. I haven’t been out for long, don’t worry. I apparated about 30 seconds before you arrived.” Em scanned the area for any unwanted faces, and relaxed slightly when the coast remained clear. She turned her attention back to Sybill. “I should say the same for you. Bread emergency? Everything okay?” 

It was a good way to distract yourself, risk and indulgence. Something to get your heart racing just a little bit, and a treat to make yourself feel better when that all wore off. The thudding could make you feel alive but only for so long. She nodded, happy with Emmeline’s assurance.

She laughs softly, “it’s fine. I just realized we didn’t have any bread in for Caradoc to make some lunch tomorrow, and I was feeling a little cooped up some I used it as an excuse to step out for a moment. Everything is fine.”

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franklongbottxm‌:

Frank had always loved to see people progress in their lives. Caradoc and Sybill had been such good people, and knowing that he was going to miss their wedding honestly felt shitty to him, especially for some party that celebrates the capture of Dumbledore. While not everyone agreed with him, Frank knew that he was doing what needed to be done in order to try and get them ahead. 

Before he had left for the Ministry party, Frank send the wedding gift that he and Alice had gotten the couple, writing on the card how they were sorry they wouldn’t be able to make it. He knew how important it was that they stayed there. How important it was to have people on the inside who could gain information, but it didn’t make things any easier. 

Sneaking towards the Auror department, knowing that he could easily come up with a work excuse if he needed to. Sitting next to the small fire place near by the pit, he waited for the person he was meeting, surprised when Sybill’s voice came through the space. “Sybill? Shouldn’t the bride be more focused on her wedding?” He offered, giving a light laugh as he spoke. This situation wasn’t ideal, but the work never stopped. They had to keep working and keep fighting for what they believed in. If they didn’t, then who would? 

Figuring he should hurry so she could get back to her own wedding, Frank let out a breath before he continued to speak. “We haven’t be able to get a lot of information yet, but we’re hoping once they start drinking more, maybe we could get something to come out that might actually help us. Even if it’s something small.” 

She might never admit it to anyone, but it had been kind of exciting at times. Knowing stuff no one else did, writing up information for that file to hide it all under lock and key and magic. Something to be proud of at least even on the days where she wasn’t sure it would be of use to anyone else, a sense that she had more purpose than just writing up schedules and nagging people about paperwork.

Sybill liked to fight in this way that only she could, it had just been hard to share that effort with the others for fear that they wouldn’t understand it. Over the years of working there the Ministry had started to feel like a second home, dark as some parts of it were, and she took the death eater takeover very personally. She wanted to be part of this- she had to be, all the information she’d gathered could be useful for exactly this moment. This was that right time she’d been waiting for.

“Oh, we’ve done all the important parts.” She jokes with a soft laugh, bringing up her hand for a moment to flash the second band now sitting above her engagement ring. The truth was she didn’t mind- she almost felt she owed it to Caradoc, he’d be horrified if he ever learned that something so terrible was happening on the same day as his wedding, so Sybill wanted to make sure she had the important details. 

She hums softly, nodding. “Is Fenir there? He’s a bit of an outsider, from what I can tell. Might be hard to get him drunk but I bet if you could he’d like to show off.” Sybill sighs and reaches back for her glass of wine to take a sip, “and they might be more inclined to brag if there’s really a party mood in the place, loathe as you all must be to be involved in anything like that. Is... Do you know anything about Dumbledore?”

Fireplace Friends | Sybill & Frank

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gldndearbxrn‌:

It was the whole world in a moment. Looking into her eyes, he saw everything he’d ever wanted. Every future he could possibly yearn for was here- in this moment. Hands clasped together, and he knew his parents would rally against the breaking of traditional vows, but they would simply have to deal with it. As she began, he bound his fingers together and let them rest in front of him, swallowing roughly in an attempt to get rid of the lump gathering in his throat. He had promised himself he wasn’t going to cry, for christ’s sake. He’d never been an overly emotional person but meeting her had awoken something in him that could not be stamped out.

And for months now, since the moment he’d asked her to marry him, all he’d been dwelling on was what to do right now. What to say- how to express to her the true meaning of what she meant to him through all of it. When she finished, he leaned forward again to press another kiss to her forehead. “I love you,” a whisper, before he turned and reached for the guitar propped up near Benji’s legs. Inhaling deeply to calm his nerves, he carefully avoided the gaze of his father, noting that his mother was teary eyed as well, and slipped the strap over his shoulder.

“For a long time, I couldn’t get anything into words. And I didn’t know what to do about it because I don’t like traditional vows. They feel too cold. So I picked up an old hobby from when we were in school,” he could feel the blush of embarassment rising in his cheeks, but he’d continue on anyway. “I hope it suffices.”

Tuning the instrument, he took one last long look at her before swallowing is pride and beginning to sing. There was nothing that could happen that would sever his complete devotion to her, and how willing he was to tear down the walls he’d built around himself in recent years to expose exactly how vulnerable he actually was. Hardness would not become him, he decided, and as he finished the song, he let his eyes flutter closed for a moment- “but she’s bringing the moon and stars to me,” he smiled, “damn permanent reverie.” Letting the instrument fall to rest, he reached for her hands. “Forever, Sybill. I’ll love you in this life and the next.”

Sybill didn’t really have dreams, or at least not any she remembered when she woke up. The best she could hope for from a nights sleep was that it was undisturbed, and she had long ago stopped daring to expect she might see the sorts of fantastical things other people said took hold of them in sleep. She thought that if she could dream, though, it would probably be something like this. If anyone asked her right now what the future looked like Sybill would honestly say she didn’t care. What possible power could the future have when the present looked like this? 

This made up for all the rest of it. She’d resented her gift for so long, feeling it’d brought nothing but dark circles and strangeness and guilt. Where was the benefit, she’d wondered. Well it was standing in front of her now. Without her gift she’d have never been so good at Divination, there wouldn’t have been any tutoring sessions, she wouldn’t have spent so much time with Caradoc. It was the only thing that’d brought them together to start with, so she couldn’t resent that gift now, because it had brought them here.

Here, to where the seer hadn’t even noticed the guitar. Oh yeah, she could remember that particular hobby from Hogwarts. She remembered spotting it in his room when she was stood in the doorway, making him promise to play for her one day, and how he’d refused to look at her when he finally did and how it had taken all of teenage Sybill’s willpower not to interrupt the song and kiss him until she couldn’t breath.

It took all of adult Sybill’s willpower to resist that same urge right now. Got a little easier when she started crying, but not by much. When he finished she took a deep breath, steadying herself enough to speak. “Every life.” She promised, “Now can we get the rings so I can kiss him already.” A soft laugh rang through the crowd, and the pair were handed their wedding rings- by their respective maid of honor and best man The officiant said a few more words-which honestly, she didn’t pay as much attention to as she probably should have- and her hands shook a little as she slid a ring onto Caradoc’s finger, but steadied when he took hold of her hand to do the same.

Every little action brought them closer to this being official, and Sybill shifted her feet to try and expel some of the excitable energy. She glanced down at the colourful rope in Caradoc’s pocket and back up at him, squeezing his hands. 

My Past, Present, and Future | Sybill & Caradoc

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fierce-lilypotter‌:

With the clear escalation of the war, Lily was a firm believer that their old strategies weren’t going to help them any longer. They were very blatantly losing, and Lily couldn’t afford for that to be the case, and neither could many others. Still, she was grateful to know that despite the hard times they were absolutely in, they at least still had people fighting for them. It was comforting to know that she wasn’t alone. 

If there was one thing Lily was exceptionally good at, it was being persistent. 

Lily knew that everyone wanted to maintain the moral high ground, but she was painfully aware that war was never won cleanly. War was messy, heartbreaking, and nobody truly won. However, Lily was fully aware of the fact that to win a war everyone had to get their hands dirty. It wasn’t that she wanted it to come to that, Merlin she wanted nothing more than to keep her soul intact, but she would do what was necessary to stop what was happening. 

Knowing that it was her existence that they wanted to completely eradicate made it a lot easier for Lily to be harsher and more willing to bend her morals to end this. If they were going to kill her on sight, she was going to return the favor. Like hell was Lily Potter going to let them kill her lying down. 

Smiling, Lily nodded, “Well your best is certainly better than some,” she admitted. Lily couldn’t help but admire just how brave Sybill was in all of this. Admitting to being a seer was something most people would never do, and Lily understood to some degree, though not fully, how hard it was to be different from what was deemed acceptable. Being a muggleborn was bad enough, but she couldn’t fathom how difficult it was for Sybill to handle being a seerer. Between people thinking she was crazy or dangerous, or both, Lily was in awe of her strength. 

Giving a hum, Lily nodded, “That’s fair. I mean I imagine it has to be difficult, trying to keep all of your abilities a secret, and more so when the information isn’t always clear and direct.” A smile appeared as Sybill talked about the crystal she had pointed out. “That’s fantastic. Do they have their own kind of magic infused in them or is something you put into them?” she asked, not well versed in the muggle rooted magic, but always wanting to know more. 

It was so odd, to actually be living in it now. Sybill had seen hints and whispers of this for years, and she’d been preparing for it almost as long, but she’d almost expected it to never happen. Or perhaps not so much expected as hoped; when you see things so terrible as a child that you’re quite convinced you’re mad, it became terrifying to realize that those things were now likely around the corner. She tried not to think about it in terms like that too much, or it would paralyze her.

It was easy not to in moments like this, curled up on her sofa with a friend and a glass of wine, it made all that darkness seem so far away. Sometimes she wished she had the kind of disposition that would let her run away. Pack a suitcase and grab Caradoc and just... Go. Her parents still had a cabin up in the Scottish wilderness, that was a hell of a place to hide. But in the years she’d tried to ignore her gift it had still assaulted her with visions of this war, and she didn’t doubt that trying to hide from it would breed much of the same. Maybe they’d be safe but she’d know just how in danger everyone she left behind was. 

Best to stay, try and do what she could. Sybill shrugs, twisting her engagement ring around and around on her finger, “I’ve had a long time to practice.” She reminds Lily, “I’ve known I’m a seer since I was thirteen, and there are various divination techniques I can use to bring more clarity to visions.” She’d kept a lid on it for so many years, to be able to talk about it so casually now was a strange sensation. Sybill had to remind herself that this was safe; or that at least, she had no choice but to hope it was.

She shakes her head, “crystals have a power all their own, that’s why they’re a useful tool for muggles as well as witches. Though it is possible to infuse them with certain charms- protective mostly.”

Who The Future Belongs Too | Sybill & Lily

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alxto-carrow‌:

Alecto recognized Sybill, how could she not? She was with that healer, Dearborn, and their relationship was positively sickening to watch. She hated sappy couples. She hated most couples, really, if she thought more about it. Too many emotions involved, and she didn’t do emotions. Well, real emotions. She could fake the emotions, of course, and had many times, but real emotions? A real relationship? The thought was laughable. 

At her explanation, she wanted to roll her eyes. “How lovely,” she said with a fake smile on her lips. “I’m sure he’ll be so thrilled to see you,” she said. “Wand please?” She said, with a bored sigh, placing her magazine to the side for a moment, figuring that the sooner she got Sybill through reception, she could go back to pretending that she wasn’t at work. Really, if the easy access to the pharmaceuticals wasn’t so enticing, she would have walked out of here long ago. Amycus kept encouraging her to quit, that this job was beneath her, and she agreed, especially with things lately, but it was a good place to be, at the moment. 

It was easy to pretend she was not bothered by Alecto. After all she had been doing it for years. At school and then even in her work at The Ministry, acting as though she was clueless to the corruption and deceit going on around her when really she probably had a better grasp on that bigger picture than any of the minor players that had been on the pay roll. So she just kept the smile fixed on her face and leaned a hip against the side of the desk casually, as if being here wasn’t making her skin crawl.

Sybill handed her wand over, eyes scanning briefly over the magazine set aside- interior design. Wardrobes and desks and sets of drawers. It was almost amusing, to imagine Alecto decorating a house. “And what about you, any lunch plans?”

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tcd-tcnks‌:

It took him a moment to catch his bearings, eyes blinking owlishly as he willed them back into focus. His workspace was always a cluttered mess - files and potions strewn around in what he would generously call organized chaos… He noticed the coffee and smiled gratefully, taking a sip and wincing at its bitterness. Usually, he loaded his up with sugar and milk, but he wasn’t about to complain. On his other hand, he shook his wrist until his watch face slinked back into view. “I’ve got, uh, 15 more minutes and then I’m off,” he said. “My patients are all settled though, so not much to do…” 

She wondered if Ted knew anything about all the extra hours Caradoc was pulling, all the late nights. Sybill was trying not to let it bug her-- they were on the brink of full blown war, people were being attacked in the streets. It made sense that he’d be busy. It was just that something felt off, and she’d gotten used to trusting her gut, even if she didn’t always do something about it. Instead of saying anything she clutched her cup with both hands and took a sip, eyeing the files strewn about. Her lips curled up into a small smile- in a way, it almost reminded her of the desk of an auror. So busy saving lives they forgot to organize. “Can you find anything in this stuff?”

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Fireplace Friends | Sybill & Frank

Sybill had ceased her work with the Ministry when Millie had been murdered- she was a little surprised there hadn’t been any follow up on it, she’d simply stopped showing up. She supposed the new guys in charge had their own assistants. Of course she’d returned to the building once, to retrieve her secret files from their hiding place, but that was it.

Now the closest she got was her contact with fellow Order members who had remained in their positions there. It might’ve been useful if she had too, but Sybill was... Exhausted, she’d already done her covert work. She’d dealt with a kidnap attempt and the blow up of a building and she just couldn’t work under those people, not after seeing what they’d done. 

Today wasn’t meant to be a day for work, but war didn’t take breaks for weddings and she couldn’t party and pretend to be clueless while actually being clueless. She wanted to know how things were going. Besides that there was only so much partying and cheer Sybill could stand before she wanted a break. All that energy, it was overwhelming.

She shut the door with a quiet huff and set her glass of wine down on a side table to throw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace. She wasn’t sure who she’d be talking too, but she hoped it was someone who’d give her the facts, “Hey..” She spoke into the flames, voice soft. “I’m checking in, just want to know how things are going.”#

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gldndearbxrn‌:

The world could not have been darker for Caradoc- and the only light he ever sought was in the arms of the woman he’d fallen in love with the moment he’d seen her. He simply hadn’t understood back then what meeting her would mean to him now. If he could travel that far back in time, and he told himself that he’d be standing beneath a flowered arch, nervously waiting to see her- anxious because he was terrified he might stumble over the song he’d practiced so hard to sing for her- his younger self might laugh. Might say, no that’s mum and da’ that’s not me. But it was. He’d been fidgeting in his suit all morning, tucking and untucking his tie until it was rumpled. Until Benjy smacked his hand and tucked it back in for the final time.

The world outside terrified him. But where ever she was felt safe. Felt right. Felt like home. Proposing to her hadn’t been nuanced, planned, or otherwise. He’d just…done it. Looked at her one day and decided right then and there was the time to ask for her hand. Because spending the rest of his life with her was the only thing that made sense to him. When everything else in the world crumbled, he had her hand to grab onto for balance- and he hoped, eventually, he might be able to provide that same stability.

The scent of the flowers overwhelmed him, back turned as was tradition on his family’s side. He would have preferred a hand fasting, but his father insisted they get a Priest and do it the right way. As if there were any right ways any more. It did feel nice to give a soft protest to the way the Ministry was being run in how they chose to conduct their marriage- though there was a bound multi-colored rope tucked into his jacket pocket that would bind them in a less muggle manner. After all, no one said they couldn’t blend traditions.

When he heard the shuffling of feet, he swallowed, nerves bundling themselves in his stomach like a boulder- as if he hadn’t been ready for this moment his entire life. He turned, hands clasped at his back as she walked. Before he pressed one against his mouth to cover the elated sob that tried to escape- yeah of course he was going to cry. Sybill was beautiful in all the ways that mattered. Radiant even in the dark. But now- now she was the sun.

“Hi,” he breathed, brushing away the tears that had fallen from his eyes, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers before he lifted to kiss it. “we made it.”

Truth be told the manor of the ceremony didn’t much matter to Sybill. To her mind it was symbolic more than anything else, a bit of paper saying they were married or a spell binding them together? It didn’t make a difference. They were already in it, already committed to spending the rest of their lives together. This was just a nice little party for them to confirm it to their friends and family. An excuse to put on a pretty dress and pretend the world wasn’t falling apart.

Really the only thing missing for her was her mum, but she wasn’t really well enough to leave the facility, and she would’ve been one more thing to worry about today, terrible as that might sound. There was no way to predict if she’d even remember that she had a daughter, never-mind one who was old enough to get married.

So for once she put what she couldn’t control to the back of her mind, this was a moment she wanted to burn into her memory forever. When everything else faded she wanted this to remain, standing in the grass with a teary eyed Caradoc, about to marry him. He was right. They’d made it. He looked handsome, she’d gotten used to seeing him in comfy clothes and stuff for work. They weren’t really dressy people, but this was nice.

When it came time for vows Marlene took her bouquet and handed her a slip of paper- she knew most of what she wanted to say, but there was probably no more embarrassing a moment to forget your lines, so she’d written it down anyway.

“Caradoc.” Sybill started, a little nervous laugh escaping. “I can’t believe I’m marrying the guy who used to be able to distract me during tutoring sessions with nothing more than a smile. Life is strange and the only thing I know with absolute certainty is that whatever is thrown at us we’ll face it together. That’s enough. You’re my constant, and I-” She paused as her voice caught, blinking back tears. “I’m so excited to spend the rest of my life with you! My best friend, my soulmate. I love you and I will be here to support you and laugh with you and cry with you, and everything else in between.”

My Past, Present, and Future | Sybill & Caradoc

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A Wedding Bliss Bubble | Sybill & Lily

There was a lot going on outside this party, this garden. Almost every guest knew it- no coincidence that most of her friends were fellow Order members, Sybill did tend to surround herself with folk who had the sort of fighting spirit she admired. Even Caradoc- her husband!- had that sort of spirit, whether or not he believed it. He did not know that Dumbledore had been kidnapped.

But.. Well, not to sound selfish, she wasn’t giving it too much space in her mind right now. Other people could worry about it, this was her wedding day! She wanted to celebrate, at least for most of it. She might check in with Order members at the ministry later, just for peace of mind.

But for right now she’d just gotten married and she had a glass of champagne in her hand and she was out of breath from absolutely dancing her shoes off. She crashed down into a nearby chair with a giddy laugh, taking a sip from her glass. She caught sight of a flash of red hair and then Lily sat down next to her. “Are you having fun?” Sybill asked, still a little breathless, “I don’t think I’ve ever talked or danced so much!”

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My Past, Present, and Future | Sybill & Caradoc

It was happening!

Ten months down the line and the big day was finally here. Might seem quick to some people but Sybill hadn’t wanted anything big, and with a maid of honor like Marlene it was no surprised she’d managed to pull it together. Probably helped that there hadn’t been any need to wait for their location to become available- she really had to find a way to thank Marlene for this garden, it was big and green and romantic. Perfect. 

Granted there were other things going on outside this little bubble of wedding bliss that were less than ideal, but that was bound to happen when you were getting married in the midst of a brewing war. She refused to let it ruin anything. Instead of staring into the future or thinking about death eaters or worrying about what would happen tomorrow, Sybill just focused on right now. On the light spring breeze, the chatter of the guests, the soft trilling of enchanted instruments. This was it. 

Sybill threw a grin over her shoulder at Marlene- her maid of honor and a vision in her bridesmaid dress- and squeezed her fathers’ hand. The music swelled and the chatter died, and she stepped out of the doorway to walk down the aisle. It was almost unbelievable, and if were anyone other than Caradoc stood under the flower covered arch she really wouldn’t have believed it. But it was him. Blue suit, dark hair, bright smile. Her soulmate, no question. The only certainty in her life.

It was somehow the shortest and longest walk of her life, getting to him. Sybill kissed her father on the cheek and he gave her a watery eyed smile before moving to his seat. Finally she turned to face him, her almost husband. The grin on her face felt big enough to break her face in half, and she was so excited and nervous and overwhelmed that her hands were shaking as they clutched her bouquet.

“Hi.” Sybill whispered, casting a sideways glance at the vicar as he started talking, then she swiveled her wide eyed gaze back to Caradoc in an effort to convey how crazy and wonderful everything was.

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