sybill trelawney

where: hogwarts who: @its-sybill

"And this is my cat calendar, I made it myself. But it's missing June so that was a really hard month for me." Sybill was excited to show Charity around her private tower as it was the first time anyone had taken an interest in coming up to see her. She even offered evening tea with Flitwick but he declined. "It was! I can't believe they have really good mattresses in here. Makes you wonder why they bother to have given us those disturbing beds when they have the means to provide this. I also do love the view." From there, you could see the lake just outside. "That I believe completes the tour so now it is your turn. What's been new for you?"

Peter leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I’m not sure I quite follow how this works,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “So, I ask a question, and the cards sort of… answer for me? Seems a bit mysterious— and honestly, a little unsettling.” He took a slow sip of his beer before continuing, “But if it can help me avoid a bad day —or worse— then maybe it’s worth a shot. What kind of questions should I ask? And how do I know if the cards are really telling the truth?” He looked up at Sybill, a flicker of hope behind his cautious expression. “Guess I’m hoping for something a bit less ‘Tower’ and more ‘calm waters,’ if that’s not too much to ask.”

"I'm sensing that you doubt something. Don't doubt yourself. You're not doing anything wrong, if that's what you're thinking. The cards tell us what we need to know, that's all. It is very simple, don't worry. Your questions are why I am here," she said confidently with a small nod. "You are asking many questions. Let's just continue, and then I'm sure it will get better." Sybill gives an encouraging but stiff smile as she proceeds to unfold more cards over the table, her face falling with a grimace each time. The three cards showed The Hermit, The Fool, and Five of Swords. "Oh, well, that's not-but it is different and change is good." Her eyes glance between Peter and the jar of galleons. "Would you like to know more?"

Bad news, and the need for more security for his family. Frank didn't think he liked that combo but there were worse lots he could draw at the moment. Anything he could do to keep them safe, he'd do. It wasn't even a question.

"Oh, see, so that makes sense," she beamed confidently as Frank began to tell her more about his life. It was always good when people would add information. It helped to explain what the cards were saying better. "I have no doubt that you will. I recommend asking around; there must be someone who can help you with more security." Sybill wondered if any magical objects could help with being watched besides hiring someone to do that. Was that even possible? Her eyes caught on the table as she felt an aura grab her by the hand. It was as if the air turned cold and dark for a moment before plunging back to normal. "Hm?" she asked, pulling herself out of the thought. "Yes, yeah, that's all. Why do you ask?"

Ted knew better than most how it felt to be tormented. Starting Hogwarts had been a sharp learning curve, in more ways than merely magic. He'd always been bright and popular as a child. But here, he was at the bottom of the food chain and predators like Carrow were far too willing to take a bite. Sybill didn't deserve to be taunted. No one did. Teenagers were mean. The slightest difference, the slightest weakness, they could jump on it like wolves. Sybill was certainly different. Ted didn't mind. It only made her more interesting. If everyone followed the crowd, it'd be really boring, wouldn't it?

Sybill had a tolerance for people who belittled her, but her skin had thickened to comments. Yes, she knew she wasn't everyone's cup of tea and that's why she was her own hot coffee. It was varied, though. Sometimes she wasn't afraid of some comments, going over her head. Other times, she was afraid of her own shadow and referred to her as an inside cat too afraid to step out of the door. Her heart had chosen Amycus Carrow, and it didn't only feel like he had shut the door on her, but she also got dizzy from a circle of other people laughing at her. Soon, they were all so blurred in her vision that they became one laughing face. Sybill dropped her head into her hands and sniffled, only raising when she heard Ted.

Starter for: Sybill Trelawney @its-sybill Where: Bellatrix & Rodolphus's home When: evening

Bellatrix Lestrange might be her strangest client. In fact, Bellatrix was probably her only client. The two had met regularly since graduating and Sybill thought it was because they had something in common, stood on the same ground. Sybill knew Bellatrix had the resources for other Seers, but she was happy in knowing that Bellatrix might have looked through all of them and found Sybill to be the best. "Of course, my dear, let us see what the cards ask of us," she said, shuffling the cards and spreading them across the table, presenting the Nine of Swords, Four of Cups and The Moon. "Alright, first is The Nine of Swords...this can represent an immense burden of worry, stress, anxiety, perhaps guilt, regret, anguish. Something is happening that you're blaming yourself, tormenting yourself. Now, the Four of Cups here is reversed. It seems you are refusing to acknowledge somthing-suggesting a roadblock. Something is holding you back. Finally, we have the Moon. There is something that is confusing you; you're wanting to find a path forward, but can't find the path at all. It is our hidden anxieties, confusion, fear of the unknown, and things that are not as they seem." Sybill looked over the cards, then back up at Bellatrix. "Together, it seems these cards are telling a story of profound emotional difficulty, a cycle of anxiety, and avoiding hard truths. Perhaps this is not the news you wished to hear today, or is there something else on your mind?"

Molly shifted in her chair, the wood creaking beneath her weight as her hand drifted absently to the swell beneath her dress. She hadn’t planned to say anything. Not to Sybill, not to anyone. Not yet. But when the card started fell -- the Empress -- her heart gave a small stutter.

"That could be a good sign," she nods with some confidence. Sybill wasn't a supporter of the cheaper good and bad luck signs. She owned a black cat and was always seen walking under ladders in the school library. So far, her life was great. Sybill looked over the spread of cards in front of Molly and didn't see any reason to doubt the intention of a man. "If you get a weird feeling, best to tread lightly. For me, that happens a lot around men, but this is different. Simply walk the other way that day and oh-yes, we can always do another if you wish. Are you interested on getting any answers on life, work, or love?"

Peter was not sold on the words the witch was speaking, they didn't really make sense and he felt even more confused than he'd been when she'd first began mixing the cards. "Wait, so what you are saying is that I shouldn't interact with people altogether? What's at stake here?" He wondered, scratching his head once more as he tried to figure out what it could possibly mean. The wizard took a seat, taking a sip from his pint of beer, hoping the alcohol would help him see things differently. An idea popped into his head all of a sudden and he decided to go with it. "How does this work? Like, can I ask a question and get an answer?"

"I'm afraid I'm not responsible for what happens next in your life after you leave. I can only give you some warnings to steer you in the right direction," she said. It was good to give disclaimers because one time shortly after graduating, she promised one witch she would fine a soulmate by August. She took her bad mouth to Sybill and somehow didn't both to question if she were perhaps the problem. "You can definitely ask a question. But I can't tell you an answer, the cards will talk to us."

Pandora let out a soft, amused sigh, watching Sybill shuffle the cards with practiced hands. “My day’s been... eventful enough,” she said carefully, folding her hands in her lap. “Not exactly the quiet kind of day one hopes for.” She raised an eyebrow at Sybill’s warning and chuckled lightly. “A man asking questions, huh? I’ll keep my guard up." The witch wasn't expecting a man to speak to her, unless her brother or bosses. "I hope the next one is better."

"That sounds like the beginning of a good story, not the end of a conversation. Do tell me what happened. Do you need me to do anything?" It was a soft effort on her account, not thinking that she would need to curse people down for the sake of her friends, but she would if asked. "Very good. The next man to come up to you? Or another round? Perhaps something good could come from a man."

Estelle was unsure what to make of that answer as she had been of the first and still, she nodded, simply to get away from the topic at hand. How ever thankful as she may have been of anything to help make sense of this odd turn her life had taken, the blonde couldn’t make up her mind as to what this all may mean. “What about the path my life is headed?”

Sybill returned Estelle's questions with a blank stare. The cards couldn't tell her about Estelle's life and her choices, not even the person that the cards modeled their answers after. Instead, she gave a generous shrug and leaned back in her chair. This was why she couldn't do couple sessions; people cared so much about the value in their relationships, as if it was what was holding them together. There was some beauty in that belief but also naivety. "I can definitely tell you more," she said. "For another session I'm afraid. A few sickles more and I can pull more cards. This person could bring you some good news or he could destroy your week. It's fun, isn't it?"

“You’re right, they did.” Even Dumbledore did, recruiting him for the Order. Not that it had been a particularly hard sell at all, but still. He didn’t need to avoid either of them.

Sybill's gaze lingered on Frank a moment as if trying to read the details, but she didn't catch onto anything. She looked over the spread of cards and questions from Frank were expected. People always got ahead of themselves with tarot readings, wanting the answers before she can even conjure meaning. "Let's slow down," she says, her hand raising. "Yes...I can see it. The baby will be okay, but it won't be easy. Maybe it is just introducing a child into the world during a conflicting war...in that case, you need security. You are an auror right? I'm sure you know all about that." There was something else that she was getting from the cards, a certain danger that she read with cautious optimism. There was a war going on, no one was oblivious to that. "That's all," she smiled, hopefully not conveying the other part of the reading.

Starter for Sybill Trelawney @its-sybill Where: Hogwarts, heading towards the Ravenclaw Common Room When: 1966/1967

Sybill could hear their laughter as soon as she turned her back on them. She knew it was a risk to even think that she could like someone like Amycus Carrow, but she didn't think it would end like that. But she saw it. There had been a vision she had been following, but maybe it was blind delusions now. She remembered the way Avery, Rosier, and whoever else was there mock her feelings. Already she was mumbling a curse underneath her breath, one that would make them regret what they did to her.

Sybill frowned at Charity, thinking that while there were some professors over a certain age limit, it shouldn't disqualify them from being friends of hers. In fact, there was a chance that because of their age, they were lonelier than they would be willing to admit. "I think my chances are better than some others. Imagine being given a raincheck by Flitwick for a drink. I don't think I'd be able to see him again." Sybill was thankful her friend was there or she would be the one drinking alone. Perhaps that was her fate, but she knew what her fate was, a reading that she wouldn't share with just anyone. "A cat would at least encourage a new set of skills. You can still dress them up like a baby if they allow you. My cat has a low tolerance. Oh, that is true, she did do us a favor with that one. Now let's hope other pureblood women can follow through and realize their futures don't have to be so, well, grim."

There were plenty of topics in which the two would never see eye to eye, Sybill was rather trusting and a true believer in people, while Charity tended to be a bit pessimistic on all matters related to others. Still, there was something refreshing about how both were honest to the core, never failing to bring a smile to her lips. "At least you won't be hanging out with Filch, that'd be a bummer. But I'm sure McGonagall's going to love some tea, perhaps even a spiked one." The witch joked, though she thought it could absolutely be possible. Focusing on her drink, she simply nodded along to the rant about cats, shrugging her shoulders at last. "I heard cats were more independent, and a tad antisocial, I think I could get along with one-- the low tolerance might be a shared trait after all." A joke, or not that much of one since there was truth in her words. "Don't even get me started on that, I'm not a pureblood but I might be married away too. Does my future look that grim, Syb?"

"Oh you'll be the first one I reach out to. It is too good of an opportunity to waste on a retched day, but maybe I can use it when it's more...needed," she said politely and smiled, already feeling much better next to her friend. Sybill slowly nodded her head, doing her beset to keep up with Lydia and went silent enough to finish her glass of wine. "Well, he doesn't sound like a very good person and you should only spend your life with those who want to be in it. If you share with me his birthchart, I might be able to see when his next bad day is. It's usually Thursdays for me. Or whatever day it is today." She shared a sympathetic smile with her. Sybill wasn't one for much gossip as people didn't usually tell her things. "Oh, I must be behind in the news then. I could've sworn that he was with someone. Perhaps I am only looking ahead and he will be with someone soon. If that's the case, I hope you have a good time."

"I'll start writing up a speech so I'm ready just in case." She'd make schoolkids cry she didn't care. They made Sybill cry first, after all. Turnabout was fair play. "Oh, I'll definitely get you his birth chart. It's good to know when he'll be grumpiest." Lydia wasn't always the best at sussing him out, any help would be amazing. "For his sake I hope you're seeing his future, he deserves to be happy with someone. I am having fun, though. He's fun."

Peter didn't quite know how he'd end up in this situation, perhaps boredom had gotten the best of him or simply the fact that he hated to disappoint, so when offered a reading he didn't refuse. The wizard stared at Sybill as she mixed the cards, his eyes following each one as she turned them over, not understanding one bit of it. Almost lost in his thoughts, her words caught him aback, a blank expression taking over his features as she tried to make sense of it. "Wait, a man? How will I know who that man is? I work at a shop, men come in all the time and they all have questions." He cleared his throat, uncomfortable but trying to remain positive, a washed smile on his lips. "Okay, what more does it say?"

Sybill sighed out a tiny huff of air. "Yes, well, it's less about which man and more about the feeling of the interaction. Not every question is, you know, an actual question. Some are traps. Some are just… existentially draining. Hopefully, you can assess who." She waved a vague hand. "But I'm sure you'll feel it. Like an internal siren, perhaps. An intuition." It amazed her that not everyone was lucky enough to have the skills she did and they were forced to be blind to their own futures. She managed to suppress a smile, picking up the next card. "Okay, next up we have… The Tower." Sybill's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, holding a dramatic beat. "Oh. Well. That's… not better. That means things are about to get...different." There were worse ways to put it, but she decided to spare that from Peter. "So maybe just avoid all men tomorrow. And large structures. And probably stairs. Might be safer to call in sick."

Sybill had... personality. Frank couldn't deny that. She was a kind of person that took some getting used to. But she was kind. And she meant well. Plus, she could easily get messages along to Dumbledore. So he could stomach some time in Puddifoot's and a card reading. He didn't even mind the card reading portion. "Hopefully the person's not my boss, that could get a bit awkward. What's the next one say, then?"

"You shouldn't feel nervous about conversations with your boss. They hired you for a reason," Sybill said, her voice attempting a casual confidence. "At the end of the day, it's never personal." It was advice she desperately needed to swallow herself, especially with the way she let the children's thoughts at her own work get under her skin. She offered a small, knowing smile across the table as she reshuffled the cards, only for them to lay out three, the third one making her brow quirk.

Perhaps it was a crisis of sorts or a sort of desperation to gain control back over her life with any means necessary. Perhaps it was something else altogether. Estelle would have been entirely unable should anyone actually bother to ask. “Right, it doesn’t matter. I just need things to look up.” The witch glanced down at the cards. No, normally she wouldn’t be caught dead around someone like Sybill, given that she had a sort of reputation. An oddball, to a large degree.

Sybill eyed the woman across the table and shuffled the deck again, offering a small smile. It was clear that something was troubling her and already the first drawing of cards didn't sit well. That could sometimes happen when the person didn't have their mind set on something before the cards were drawn or it didn't match with what they were looking for. "Someone you might already know. A friend. He might call upon you for help or ask you a question. Just tread carefully before saying yes."