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HISTORY

sybill trelawney’s parents were not in love. in all truth, they barely knew each other --- her father, a wizard, and her mother, a muggle, met at a university party. one thing led to another, and a few months later, odin trelawney received a phone call from a girl he didn’t really remember. shit. “i’m pregnant,” she said. “and it’s yours.” and odin, you see, was a honourable man, of some sorts, and drove over there ( he’s an halfblood, quite well versed in the ways of the muggle world ) and discussed their options.

he would take care of the child, they decided, become the main caretaker. that was what he wanted --- mary had no drop of magical blood in her veins, and it’d be easier for their child, should she grow up with a magical parent. and so it was decided. sybill trelawney was born, named after a famous seer from the middle ages, and grew up with her father alone.

and from him she learned about their family’s history. about cassandra, and how her sight might reappear in her. how he hoped it would. how she should tell him when it did. sybill tried to predict, tried to see into the future, to touch that realm. she often failed. she made small predictions to see if they’d come true. they often didn’t, they sometimes did. she wanted to make her father proud, to make sure the trelawney legacy would not pass another generation and come closer to dying out

growing up, sybill attended muggle elementary. she saw her mother every now and then. she drove in her dad’s car and was surrounded by both muggle and magical culture through her whole life. she liked that. she liked finding balance in both those things, she loved combining it. sybill was a happy child, but a thoughtful and quiet one. withdrawn, always fussing about her decisions, always trying to be what she thought the people around her wanted of her.

hogwarts rolled around, and she was sorted into ravenclaw there. a house that fit her perfectly ( and the hat didn’t take long to decide because of that ). sybill was once again quiet and reserved, but eccentric in her ways when she was not. she was adequate at her classes, excelling at divination, astrology and charms, and not much more.

she learned that she did possess the gift, at hogwarts. that it was fickle and hard and not always as present as it could be, but it was there, inside her. she became more vocal about it, started calling herself a seer, reminding people of her relation to the cassandra trelawney. she’d make up predictions, learn how to make ones that would most likely come true, just so people would believe her more. and if they didn’t, that was on them.

sybill learned soon, too, that all the predictions that hit her were negative. she saw death all around her. tragedy. pain. loss. it swallowed her whole, and made her more reclusive, made her more determined to make her sight grow and her mouth sewed shut when she was about to make a more gloomy prediction. sometimes the line between thought up and true predictions became blurred. she wanted to become better at this, but there was no getting better at it. her sight was just that --- limited, but there.

she had nightmares about people dying and wasn’t sure if they were nightmares or visions. she wasn’t sure. she couldn’t be sure, not ever. her self doubt she never voiced --- she just kept making small predictions that often came through, because that was the way the world spun. glasses break. horrible things happen. if people wanted to believe in the things she said, they often happened.

[ alcoholism tw she became dependent on bottles of sherry and red wine in her sixth year, slowly growing more used to the dulling sense of alcohol on her brain. she felt more clear headed, when she wasn’t sober, as if she could distinguish her thoughts better. she knew she shouldn’t, but it worked, and she was so tired of all the fatalistic thoughts swirling through her head all the time. end of tw ]

after graduation, sybill didn’t know what to do. she sought for jobs, using her ancestry and slight skill as a selling point. she washed dishes for a while, read tealeaves for a small price on the side, wrote the astrology section for the daily prophet for a while. nothing felt right. nothing was right. there should be more that she should be doing with the little gift she did have, especially with the horrible things happening in the world, but there were little opportunities, too much cynicism.

her lies grew. she made up more predictions, grew unreliable. her sight became clouded by her own dishonesty. people kept dying and she wondered if those were the people she dreamed about or if those were just others. sometimes, she even doubted if she was truly a seer, or if she was just lying to herself as well.

her father was proud, at least. he believed in her sight. he believed that all she said was true. he beamed and patted her head and told her that the whole family was so proud of her. sybill just smiled and nodded and kept going.

she was married, for a short while. it lasted shorter than kim and kris’ marriage. i’m not joking. they kept it going for two months and then filed for divorce, because sybill had not taken her husband’s last name ( higglebottom, i mean ) and he wasn’t very pleased with it. of course, there were other issues --- sybill had romanticised what was happening between them, and martin, her now ex-husband, was disillusioned ( which isn’t strange, considering the amount of lies sybill tells ). 

it did definitely break sybill’s trust in love. she’s a romantic, but that made her cynical, too. a cynical romantic seer, who constantly feels the deaths of people coming --- no wonder that she feels like she’s spiraling. she doesn’t see martin much any more, these days, and their divorce was almost three years ago now.

[ alcoholism mention right now, she has her hopes set on working at hogwarts. she’s been owling with dumbledore, has been trying to work on her resume, to make herself more credible. she’s trying to stop drinking, to become clearer of mind. she’s trying, trying, trying, because she wants to do something that makes her feel whole, because she’s never really felt whole at all end of mention ]

so as we all know, once sybill’s interview rolls around, she will make her famed prophecy and end up working at hogwarts ( good for her tbh, she deserves it ), but we’re not just yet there. nearly, though. it’s coming.

CURRENTLY AND PERSONALITY

sybill is a Character, let me tell you that. she’s very good at being on her own, and in all honesty, quite an independent being. she longs for many things, but doesn’t dare say them out loud. 

i think the main problem is that sybill never really felt like she belonged. she comes from a broken home, and while she loves her dad, home was always so empty and quiet and lacking. elementary school was a place where she didn’t fit in, and even at hogwarts, she struggled. she sometimes feels like a ghost of a being, moving through the world invisible, head in the clouds.

she’s not shy, though, not per se. reserved, yes, and quiet upon first glance, but once she gets talking, her dramatics and eccentricity do show up. she’s enthusiastic about the things that make her heart beat faster --- art and poetry and the stars and divination, too.

runs an astrology instagram, lmao. will make up your astrology chart. she’s a pisces sun, libra moon herself!!

Aesthetically Pleasing as hell. she loves fashion and combining muggle and wizarding fashion and she’s trying to learn to sew a little so she can make more original outfits. she’s got a bit of a quirky style, but a solid one. loves mary jane’s and cute socks, mostly.

sybill’s agender because in all honesty, she thinks gender is a sham. she just doesn’t connect with any identity but agender, with subscribing to absolutely nothing. she’s still figuring it out, mostly goes by she/her pronouns in public, but she has many days where she prefers they/them.

makes a mean sangria

very often wears sunglasses, even when inside. for the aesthetic, against headaches and ‘because not wearing them tires out my inner eye’

has a dry, stupid sense of humour that we all stan

loves stargazing. hopeless romantic.

a bit of a chameleon. sybill is a very skilled liar, and can be whatever you want her to be, and she has no trouble adjusting to that. her sense of self is a bit limited, but she doesn’t mind. she doesn’t know if she’d like the real her.

lmao she loves playing the sims that’s that on that!!!!