#SYBILL HAD AN ANCESTOR CALLED CASSANDRA

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Taylor Swift wrote Cassandra about Sybill Trelawney

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SYBILL TRELAWNEY is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a WAITRON & TEA BLENDER in ROSA LEE’S TEABAG at DIAGON ALLEY.  She looks remarkably like SOFIA BRYANT and considers herself NEUTRAL. She is currently TAKEN.

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tw: death, bullying, alcoholism 

Whimsical with a curiosity for the unusual, Sybill Trelawney is the lingering scent of tea leaves, the promise of truth in the decorated illustrations on worn tarot cards and the gentle cascade of fragmented light dancing freely in a sanctum of solace. Born to DOROTHY HAROLDS, a Muggle dramatic arts teacher, whom despite having a witch for a sister had never had a desire for the wizarding lifestyle until she’d met EUGENE TRELAWNEY. A charismatic wizard, he was an enigma who possessed an electric magnetism; drawing those that dared venture close into his entangled web. Quickly married after being swept by his charms, while never wanting a child of her own Dorothy was blinded by love for her husband and craved to please him. Despite concerns, the pair had Sybill and settled on the outskirts of Cornwall, England, basking in the fame of their ancestor CASSANDRA TRELAWNEY whose reputation gave them status and social standing. Even with their union disgusting higher brows, the name Trelawney was still esteemed with the mere notion of decedents sharing the same gift of the inner eye as their predecessor. Unable to survive on reputation alone and aided by his wife, Eugene began to serenade Muggles with false fortunes and prophecies. Manipulating the misfortuned and downhearted, they clung to the lies of a showman in hopes to find peace within their fractured lives. Conning lonely people to aid in their plights, Sybill grew up oblivious to their shortcomings. Clinging to the good of her parents' word as they mislead her to believe their ‘work’ as acts of compassion rather than deceit. 

After several years of playing tricks, Eugene grew cocky. Reviling in his deceptions he boasted of his bidding all while basking in his wife’s keen acting skills. Together, the pair rejoiced in their new found wealth. Though their cunning intellect did not go unnoticed by all. Caught in a lie by RONAN SKENDER, a wizard who too was well versed in the art of deception, Eugene’s slide of hand and false pretenses were as clear as day to the fellow trickster. Drunk on the knowledge he’d caught the famous fortune teller in his own scheme, Skender threatened to destroy the reputation and very name of Trelawney. But unbeknownst to the Trelawney’s, he had a scheme planned of his own. Instead, he offered a proposition in exchange for his silence. Knowing the mere whisper of fraud would ruin them, the Trelawney’s were black mailed into the net of Skenders and in turn joined the ranks of Le Cirque Des R��ves. A home for the whimsical and peculiar, The Skenders in passing years had reclaimed the narrative from their ancestors' callous reputation at Cirque Arcanus. Famed by the dreamer ENZO SKENDER, the reputation of the late Ring Master was carried in the art of his wife KAMALI SKENDER and younger twin brothers Ronan and CONRAD SKENDER. Sybill, oblivious to her family’s reasoning for joining and at only seven, revealed in the marvel that her new home encompassed. Promising wonder under the glittering strung lights and striped tents, it was filled with sorcerers and creatures who prided themselves on their peculiarity. With it came, Sybill hoped, a place that could finally feel like home.

Though slowly Sybill began to realise that her dreams of wonderment were merely that of fantasy. A curious child and overlooked by her parents, she ached for their company. With a mother that could barely meet her eye and a father consumed in his showmanship, hopes of rekindling her relationship with them grew slim. Claiming she was young and naive, they deemed her foolish; though her intellect was more than either could have foreseen. Piecing together fragmented whispers exchanged at twilight, the witch soon learned the reality of her parents tricks. With the facade crumbled, she saw the man her father really was. Not a famed Seer whom she had deeply admired, but a mere crook and fool. Searching for solace in the stars and tarot cards, Sybill hoped to find answers to her parents' cruelty but fell short. Comfort, however, came in her best friends CORIN HALE and CHRISTOPHER HIGGLEBOTTOM. Fellow children of the circus with merely a few years separating them in age, the three were an unlikely trio. A feisty young werewolf, Corin grew up the princess of the circus, dreaming of following in her mother’s footsteps as the adopted daughter of Kamali and SILAS CRUMP. Christopher on the other hand was nomadic, a quieter soul he fell into the circus with his talented nibble fingers though never held the same love for the mystery of the night as Corin did. Sadly, the pair understood the ache of betrayal and heartache caused by those meant to love them. 

As they grew, the circus felt more like a cage than a sanctum for the strange. While growing more reliant on Corin as time passed, Sybil began to see Chris in a new light. Chris longed for normalcy and stability while Sybill craved a place she could finally call home. Laying under stars on the outskirts of secluded towns, they planned on one day living outside of the shadows. Exchanging promises with a gentle brush of hands and a tender kiss, unaware that Sybill’s chance at happiness would come merely days later in the form of a letter to Hogwarts. Sorted into Ravenclaw, the witch held her reservations about mingling with others. Isolating herself in an attempt preserve her inner eye, Sybill found she preferred secluded areas along forgotten passageways and mingling with the tower ghosts. With glitter adorning her cheeks and colourful scarves in her hair, Sybill’s unique sense of self wasn’t always well received. One particular witch that took a disliking to her was PERSEPHONE WILKES; a queen bee among the hallowed halls who believed she was Merlin’s gift itself. Thinking the wailing insults sounded more like a newly potted mandrake craving attention, Sybill attempted to brush comments off with a witty remark and roll of her eyes. However if it wasn’t for Wilkes’ sourness to anything challenging the norm, Sybill never would have met the spunky Irish witch SAOIRSE MACMILLAN. Having left a gathering for Sorcerers for Equality, Persphone’s tried to bate yet another reaction from those that had attended. Exasperated, anger boiled and Sybill sent a crystal ball flying at Wilkes’ head. Left stunned, Persephone fled with her gang of purebloods, leaving Saoirse impressed and inviting Sybill to the great hall.  

From then, Sybill traded one group of misfits for another; Saoirse, AUGUSTUS ABBOTT, TILDEN TOOTS, EVE DIGGORY and EDGAR BONES. Quickly she found that her friends became her family and Hogwarts the only place that had ever felt like home. Steering from the ‘mainstream’ of the school, the group took pride in being different. Spending hours by the black lake, they shared secrets and sang along to Fleetwood Mac carefree in each other’s company. While she loved them all dearly, over time Sybill found the same feeling she held for Chris reflected in Edgar. While not fully understanding her emotions or how to deal with them in both parties, she keeps them safe like a jar of fireflies; warm and safe in her heart. With an evident aptitude for divination and showing she was in the possession of the inner eye, Sybill took deep pride in being able to reclaim her ancestry and the name of the Trelawney. Even being invited to attend the infamous Slug Club for her excelling grades and ancestry. Hogwarts was a sanctum for Sybill, while summers cast her back into the shadows of the circus. The summer of her seventeenth year, the witch had innocently been practicing reading tea leaves in her father’s company. Untill she caught sight of the pattern at the bottom his cup; the grim. Shaken off as merely eccentric and a false reading, it wasn’t until mere two weeks later when he was found dead under suspicious circumstances - rumored to have been killed by one he’d once tricked - that for the first time Dorothy really looked at her daughter. Eyes filled with hate, disgust and a lifetime of regret.

Devastated, Dorothy scorned her for bringing the grim reaper upon their home; blaming her for the death of her husband, she abandoned Sybill. Forsaking the wizarding community and disappearing into the night never to be seen again. Heart broken, Sybill left the circus for good with tears and a trail of broken memories. A dear friend to her late aunt EDITH HAROLDS, MINERVA MCGONAGALL swore to keep a tender watchful eye on the witch and took Sybill in with a motherly hand. News of her father’s death spread, followed by the unraveling of years of fraud at her mother’s hand it left the name of Trelawney tarnished for all to see. The truth ruined any chance of Sybill being taken seriously as a Seer despite her gifts and ancestry. Viewing her as equally troubled and fake, no one dares to believe her predictions. Managing to take a job in Rosa Lee’s with a kind word from Minerva, unfortunately her readings of the grim have become more frequent in the passing weeks. Disconcerting; most recently the witch has screamed in fear at the site of tea cups belonging to ANNABETH PEBWORTH, LILY EVANS and GILFRED ABBOTT. While McGonagall tries to assure her of false readings, obstinate in the fact she seems to claim visions of the grim in a teacup every week; the toll that it is slowly started to take on Sybill is evident to see. Taken to an unhealthy coping mechanism much to the deep concern of her flatmate Tilden, Sybill can often be found shaken and muttered nonsense to herself in candlelight. Sipping on sherry and repeatedly aligning her healing crystals to try and cope with the grief of losing her family and the deep fear that darker times lie ahead.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood (Seer)

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Asexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Ravenclaw)

Family → Dorothy Trelawney (estranged mother), Eugene Trelawney (deceased father), Cassandra Trelawney (deceased great-great grandmother) Edith Harolds (deceased aunt)

Connections  → Tilden Toots (best friend/roommate), Saoirse MacMillan (best friend), Eve Diggory (best friend), Augustus Abbott (best friend), Edgar Bones (best friend/potential love interest), Christopher Higglebottom (childhood best friend/potential love interest), Corin Hale (childhood best friend), Dorothea Lovegood (close friend), Pandora Fortescue (friend), Gaspard Shingleton (friend), Persephone Wilkes (adversary)

Future Information → Ex-Wife of Christopher Higglebottom, Professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Author of My Eyes and How to See Past Them

SYBILL TRELAWNEY IS A LEVEL 5 WITCH.

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*   𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   :   Weird question but is your use of Latin in the blog and prophecy intentional?

there’s no such thing as a weird question, though this is the first time i’ve got this one ! i like using latin for things ; i’ve actually discussed this at length with a friend, but i really enjoy the vibe that throwing in some latin can give ! before i settled on calling the rp noxtms, i had played with the idea of velumhqs - but i liked the shorter, snappier url more, and decided to use ‘extra velum’ as the blog title instead. it’s a little hint to things to come for sure, but it doesn’t translate very well on translate ( specifically ), so it’s not so on the nose that i didn’t want to commit to it ! 

the latin in the prophecy wasn’t meant to echo any latin used elsewhere, but WAS an intentional inclusion. it doesn’t exactly track with sybill’s previous prophecies ( which was something i tried to do with our one ), but it did fit the vibe i wanted for her to have. when i think about prophecies and their usage i’m hardwired to think of the likes of percy jackson and the greeks and dead languages, and since sybill’s ancestor cassandra is literally NAMED after a prominant mythos figure, i liked the idea of incorporating something a little different. the prophecy is an ongoing puzzle, in a lot of ways, so i don’t mind revealing those meanings here - my members have already worked ‘em out ! ‘alea iacta est’ means the die is cast and ‘vita ante acta’ means a life done before. do with it what you will !