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sybill patricia pettigrew

(   cis   woman   |   she/they   |   antonia   gentry   )   ——   isn’t   that   sybill   pettigrew   (trelawney)?   yeah   that   is   them,   sitting   there   at   the   slytherin   table   with   those   other   sixth   years.   when   sybill   looks   into   that   crystal   ball   of   hers,   she   sees   bouquet   of   decaying   flowers   clutched   in   steady   hands;   china   cups   and   an   old   tea   kettle;   a   crystal   ball   burning   marks   into   a   table;   soft   sand   beaches   and   blue   skies,   which   seems   about   right   for   that   eighteen   year   old.   anyway   i’ve   heard   they’re   pretty   kind,   detached,   and   loyal.   apparently   they’re   neutral   and   a   halfblood   but   i’m   sure   that’s   not   related…

CHARACTER   INSPO:   lexi   howard   (euphoria),   jester   lavore   (critical   role),   

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Baz didn’t enjoy crowds under normal circumstances, and he certainly didn’t like them any better when they were all panicked. He’d already been looking for a place to hide out when he came across Sybill, so he stepped into the ice cream parlour and pulled the door solidly shut behind him. 

“Nothing fun,” he informed her matter-of-factly, looking round to make sure there weren’t any unpleasant surprises inside the building. “Swear to Merlin, it’s a goddamn mess. Too much noise, I can’t make anything out.” Nothing good at least– the crowd seemed to layer over itself, a second wave of something somewhere sometime brought on by the same DMLE uniforms. “Have you got anything?”

                    she’d   barely   skirted   out   of   baz’   way   when   he   answered   her   question   by   joining   her   inside   the   ice   cream   parlour   ,      one   look   from   the   outside   to   him   and   back   again   and   she   pulled   her   wand   free   of   holding   up   her   hair   .      a   quick   mumbled   charm   and   the   door   should   be   a   little   more   secure   ?   not   much   but   enough   for   a   little   peace   of   mind   for   the   tiny   witch   .

@bastilleavery​

        ❝   hey,   are   we   doing   alright   over   here   ?   ❞ 

“i would stay clear of the one on the right - olive binding, i’m pretty sure i saw it try to bite the wailing first year over there” flourish and blotts was as busy as it could be a week before the school year and for once, Kingsley had been late. always eager to get the prep done at the beginning of August - away from the crowds and bustle, it had simply slipped his mind.  

“can’t imagine it would be hard to fuck up ice cream,” she says to give her at least a little bit of ease. 

   ❛     𝑖'𝑙𝑙  𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 ,   ❜          isaiah  pauses  only  a  moment  before  answering  that ,   nodding  solemnly .    he   cracks   into  a  grin  at  the  push ,    now  only  protesting  through  the  slack  of  his  body  and  roll  of  his  eyes ,   but  following  sybill  nonetheless .    she’s  clearly  going  to  do  it   regardless ,    he  tells  himself .    at  least  this  way  he  can  keep    some    sort  of  eye  on  her  .      ❛     we’ve  got   two  years ,   actually .   and  then  the ,   you  know ,    lifetime   after  that . ❜

It’s hard to hear Sybill over the relentless pounding of blood in his ears, his thoughts careening wildly between confusion, paranoia, and betrayal. If Peter’s told her, who else has he told? Black? Potter? They’ve probably all been having a good laugh at his expense, at how stupid he is, about what a loser he is. He’s an idiot for getting mixed up in this again. “I don’t even know ye,” Jamie spits. He doesn’t owe her anything, least of all the truth.

What she says isn’t wrong though - Jamie isn’t heartless, he knows perfectly well that his selfishness has consequences, but that doesn’t make it any easier to hear. Does she think he likes hurting Peter? Because he doesn’t. Apparently it just comes easily to him.

Feeling cornered, he lashes out, because that’s what he does best. He feels sick. Ashamed. “Oh, no fear of that, I wouldna go anywhere near him,” he snorts. “I dinna ken what bollocks yer wee cunt of a brother’s been chattin’ about me, but I’d advise ye both to keep my name out of yer fuckin’ mouths. I mean it. Leave me the fuck alone.” Jamie wishes he’d never come here. He wishes he’d never set eyes on Peter Pettigrew.

                    seething   now   ,      anger   and   alcohol   coursing   through   her   tiny   frame   .      his   repeated   denials   incensing   her   ,      consequences   had   never   been   something   bille   had   to   deal   with   much   ,   others   saving   her   from   them   just   in   time   ,      so   it   was   something   close   to   the   height   of   hypocrisy   that   jamie’s   refusal   to   own   up   to   what   he’d   done   angered   her   so   .         ❝      but   you   know   him   !      you   know   peter   ,      and   you   hurt   him   .      you’re   a   heartless   bastard   who   can’t   even   admit   to   what   you’ve   done      ❞

“who tol- it’s cause you’re a seer, right? so you can see things? even blindfolded?” he held the serious tone in his voice, though, again, billie couldn’t see him to pair the tone with a deadpan look, but james was nothing if not fully invested. he did slow down, though, keeping himself in reach to provide (as he should;ve the whole time) an arm for billie to old on to. “well, you’re not going to meet one today, either. i was just curious. just a little further, one more block.”

·“are you sure you’re alright?”

I know how you know my brother. The bottom drops out of Jamie’s stomach, and his skin prickles all over - first hot and then terribly, terribly cold. It isn’t just panic, or anger, or even the usual, all-consuming shame. It’s something new, something that catches him off guard and makes all the other things feel a hundred times worse. She knows. He told her. “Ye dinna ken what yer talking about,” Jamie says quickly, dismissively, though his eyes flicker to the other party-goers, trying to see if anyone else has heard. “If yer gonna talk such shite, ye can get tae fuck.”

“no, i wish he was,” his tone is cold and bitter, he wished that he could understood what his mum saw in him but he didn’t. “unfortunately he’s too protected by certain people.”

peter had known he was at fault for instigating it. that wasn’t the issue here, he knew that he deserved everything that came his way, it’s just his hunger for revenge was what terrified him the most. he felt something twist and turn on the inside out, but knowing that sybill was coming down made it a little bit easier, but also harder knowing that he would have to figure out what to say. it seemed that both of the pettigrew children seemed to have a knack of getting themselves into trouble. when she had met him at the bottom and hugged him he winced a little in pain but knew that it was standard, had it been the other way around he would have wanted to do something in vengeance if his sister had gotten hurt. but peter was a big boy and could take care of himself. 

“pissed of the wrong person,” he smiles but it doesn’t quite catch his eye. “was knocked out for a bit, had a concussion, went to st. mungos, and now i’m here.” he says with a sigh. “bit hungry,” he eventually adds, trying to get her to laugh to weaken the blow of everything else. “it’s fine, sy.” he does reach out to her this time but doesn’t hold her nearly as hard, it was a gentle hug before letting go again. “i’m honestly a bit terrified going up right now so i figured with you down here we can figure out what to do.”

                    she   wanted   to   kick   herself   as   she   saw   him   wincing   as   she   pulled   away   from   the   hug   but   she   was   just   so   thankful   to   see   him   that   the   worries   about   the   state   he   was   in   couldn’t   help   but   come   second   .      but   she   finally   had   a   chance   to   take   in   the   damage   done   to   him   ,   taken   aback   that   he   was   still   standing   at   all   let   alone   that   he’d   made   his   way   back   home   safe   .         ❝      no   shit   ,      you   look   like   you’ve   been   trampled   by   a   herd   of   heffalumps      ❞         the   words   escaping   her   before   she   had   a   chance   to   decide   if   she   did   want   to   say   it   or   not   .         ❝      you   must’ve   done   a   lot   more   than   just   piss   them   off   peter   .      have   you   seen   yourself   ?      people   don’t   do   that   kind   of   damage   if   you   just   look   at   them   funny      ❞         this   wasn’t   just   some   drunken   scuffle   ,      that   much   was   clear   .      it   was   something   a   lot   more   real   and   a   lot   more   serious   .      and   she   was   much   luckier   than   she   thought   to   be   seeing   her   brother   right   now   .

                  bold what applies. i’d give credit, but i can’t find the original, so.