Sybill Trelawney

“We’re not going to wreck our friendship… We both know that it’s just casual,” At least, she thought so. Right? “Bert doesn’t count. Nothing will ever happen between us and we know that. I– I’m not in love with Blaise,” She told the other, but her words didn’t entirely sound certain.

A sigh left her lips at her friends’ words. “Do you?” The way she spoke, she wasn’t sure if Celia was really sticking to ‘casual’. “Why do you think that? Maybe something could.” she mused before rolling her eyes. “Okay, if you say so.” she said but she didn’t sound like she believed her at all. 

“It’s not that I want to kill. But it’s… complicated, and a long story.” She defended, shaking her head briefly. She knew people would probably say she was crazy for why she wanted to do it, but she couldn’t help it. “Sybill, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

She looked at the other for a long moment. “No one is going to believe me anyway.” she whispered. “Flo, I don’t know what you are planning, or thinking, but -- please don’t do something stupid.”

Flo was a little relieved when the other said she didn’t know the cause of death, but that all changed when Sybill screamed. Something was telling her this wasn’t good news, and surely, she was right as Sybill spoke again. “What did you see?” She asked, trying to keep her voice low, stepping closer to place both of her hands on the other’s arms. 

“It’s all a blur.” she told the brunette but looked at her with fear in her eyes as clear as day. “I saw you -- I -- you can’t go around killing people.” she finished in a whisper, pulling her hands away. “This cannot be happening.” @flofawley​ 

With every word Sybill said, Florence’s eyes rounded, her face becoming paler and paler. And when the other pulled away, she left her hand hanging in the air for a moment before quickly shoving it in her pocket. It was freaky, and part of her was desperately hoping she wouldn’t tell anyone about that. “Do you- do you know how she dies? Specifically?”

Sybill looked at the other with mixture of sympathy and fear. “I don’t -- I --” Her eyes closed as the vision came back to her, and this time she screamed out loud. She hastily looked around to see a few eyes on her, it was a few seconds before they all turned away. ”Are you planning to kill someone?” she whispered, sounding absolutely terrified.

“I know,” Celia whined, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t need you to tell me it’ll end badly, I know it will. I don’t even know what came over me, I’m not usually that impulsive.  Doesn’t help that he’s really, really good at sex,” A groan escaped her lips as she looked back up at her friend. “Pretty sure he’s still in love with ex, though. He’s also betrothed. And both of those aren’t me. Merlin, Syb, what have I gotten myself into?”

Sybill couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “Okay, but what you have to think about is if is so good, that you are ready to wreck your friendship with him.” she said, a small sigh leaving her lips. “Still in love with the ex and betrothed. Because you are neither, right?” she added, with an amused roll of her eyes. 

As she let the other read her palm, Florence had no expectations of what would happen. But she found herself frowning as Sybill reacted, no entirely sure to make out of it. “Death… do you mean… mine, or someone else?” She hadn’t told anyone about the thought that had been forming in her mind concerning her mother, there was no way the other would know.

“Someone else’s.. family perhaps.” she said, still holding tightly to her hand before she suddenly let go as though her hand burned her. “I am scared for you, Flo -- this isn’t like a faded vision I usually see. It was crystal clear.. it was.. a woman? Who I am sure is related to you by blood. And I think.. I think you will be the cause of her death.” 

Corban grinned at her blush, “You know, you look even prettier when your flustered,” He murmured with a grin. “Oh really? Perhaps you’re already looking at him.” Corban arched his eyebrows, smirking at her. “If you want, that is. Balls in your court, Syb.” 

“Who says I am flustered?” she tried to argue with the other but he wasn’t wrong. His eyes widened at the other’s words, she didn’t understand how he could be so infuriating and yet so attractive. “I do like what I see.” she said before she leaned in to press their lips together, fingers tangling in his curls. 

Brielle stared at the other for a moment, her head tilting as she stopped and thought. “Death? So you’re saying that if I date someone this year, they’re gonna die?”

“That’s exactly what I am saying.” she nodded. “And I don’t mean school year, you shouldn’t date till January is born.” 

Elias didn’t tend to get angry, or even frustrated, very easily. However, the fact that Sybill was now blocking his path was getting him there. “No, you don’t understand. I can’t go back to my dorm yet, and I can’t tell you why, but I will go back as soon as possible. All you’re doing is keeping me out here longer with all this stalling.”

“Alright.” she finally huffed and moved aside. “Don’t tell you i didn’t warn you though.” 

Max wasn’t sure if she expected him to know everyone in his sister’s house, but he certainly didn’t, and he couldn’t remember ever seeing her before. “I don’t need your protection.” He insisted, although with the way she spoke, he felt like she wouldn’t leave it at that. “If I take it, will you go?”

Sybill thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes, if you take it, I will leave. I just want to make sure you are protected.” she insisted and handed it to him before turning and walking away. 

“It’s complicated.” Celia tried to tell her, before letting out a huff, taking the drink and draining almost half instantly. “I slept with Stefan, and now it keeps happening. I thought it was just a distraction from Blaise, but it’s - it’s stirring up old feelings I thought I’d repressed.”

Sybill gasped at the others words. “Celia, this is a terrible idea.” she told the other. “If you get feelings involved in this, it will end badly -- and I don’t need to read your palm to say it.”