#simplysybill

Miss Trelawney,

I believe there must have been a misunderstanding. Please disregard anything and everything you hear. From anyone. Under these circumstances I feel it is unwise to tell you my birthday, I apologize.

@simplysybill

         ✖ Why was he so sweaty? Dear Merlin, Antonin wasn’t that out of shape, was he? He’d only taken three months time off from regular exercise (mostly because he’d been busy, but it was also because he wanted to avoid people altogether) and yet, there he was jogging an indoor track, panting like a dog on a hot summer’s day with sweat drenching his entire shirt. Not many in his community had gym memberships, particularly to Muggle gyms, but he found it more peaceful and less intrusive than trying to exercise in front of people he knew. 

          Fuckin’ hell this hurts. Oh gods, cramp cramp cramp. Walk it off, walk it off. Fucking hell! My calves! I’m just… gonna slowly slow down and pretend I’m  thirsty. Dear Merlin, I’ve been here what, ten minutes? Hope no one’s been watching…

         Antonin came to a still next to his oversized water bottle and picked it up to take a breathless sip, the water dribbling down his chin from exertion. Mindlessly, he wiped at his face with the back of his hand and took a few limps steps towards a nearby bench to sit down. Maybe he had dove back in too quickly. That must be it.

        Mentally, Antonin was constructing a plan to get the hell out of there when he noticed Sybill Trelawney doing one handed pull ups without a damn ounce of sweat on her. 

        Some people.  

       He knew of her, vaguely, and he was quite certain she knew who he was, but she was always quite spacey so one could ever be quite certain. With a deep breath, Antonin zig-zagged through machines towards her fit form.

Sybill Trelawney was a surprisingly difficult woman to get in contact with. A Moroccan expert on runes he had worked with on several occasions had been able to point him in the right direction, but she hadn’t lived in the area in years and had lost contact with her old clients. So Rabastan followed word of mouth for two weeks before he had any success, and even then was told that they could only pass his information along and that he would have to wait for Sybill to contact him herself. She seemed to be somewhat of a drifter, peddling her trade in different places around the area. It was frustrating for a tracker of lost objects such as himself not to be able to pin down one woman, a former Ravenclaw just two years older than him, no less, but he cared enough about this meeting to be patient and wait.

And at last, it paid off. His breath misted in the air and his hands were tucked deep in his pockets, snow falling lightly around him as he made his way to her flat in the city. Glancing down at the scrap of paper in his hand, Rabastan stomped the snow off his boots on the mat outside and made his way up to the correct floor. As he neared the door he could feel the prickle of wards against his skin and slowed, but, surprisingly, he was permitted to step through them. She must have allowed him access, which was a luxury he didn’t take for granted these days. Raising one arm, he knocked on the door and stepped back to wait, his hands crossed in front of him, one thumb rubbing absently at the rune on the inside of his wrist.

It had been long years since he had stood before a Seer. But whether she would be a charlatan, a blasphemer to the old trade, or as gifted as the Seer he had known was yet to be seen. Either way, he hoped Sybill lacked one talent of hers in particular--of knowing a man’s heart at a glance, his innocence or the guilt weighing on his soul. Because if she could, Rabastan might be in trouble. Or at the very least, back into the snow and out of luck.

smash or pass.

     “ She’s so cooky. She’s probably a freak in the bedroom, let’s be honest. Pass, though. Not into people who believe in Divination as much as she does. At least not with her methods. ”

The Celestial Trio ☆ xeno, sybill, ophelia

The same reason they say masturbating makes you go blind.

They’re trying to control us.