Anonymous asked: Have you had any visions as of late?
Yes, actually. A few that disturbed me. You’ll excuse me if I don’t want to go into great detail. I feel a bit…unnerved by them.
Anonymous asked: I believe that you're a seer, Sybill, darling.
You do…? Wow, thanks. It really does mean a lot.
Oversleeping, overeating, and sometimes on occasions, over-thinking. There were many things Peter did without knowing and those were the main three. The sixth year Gryffindor sat at a lonely desk in the corner of the library. The desk scattered with un-open books, Cauldron cake and Pumpkin pastry…
Sybill was one of the first people to enter the Astronomy Tower. It was one of her favorite classes. She loved to lose herself in the stars, things that were bigger than muggles and wizards. To the universe, they did not matter. Whatever they did, had no significance. It was a depressing thought for some, but the blond found a strange bit of comfort in it. It was almost like, no matter what mistakes she made, it didn’t matter. She would just recycle back into the grand scheme of things. It was this kind of thinking that she lost herself in, dropping her messenger bag on the floor and leaning against the wall.
The Professor was talking about something, her voice surprisingly low, to a student who had a simple question. She gestured to the parchment, throwing her arms into the air and gesturing to the sky. Sybill smiled to herself as the scarce amount of students exchanged wide eyed looks - they were legitimately freaked out by this teacher! Just wait until the real world, folks. She thought to herself. If they thought someone at Hogwarts, who was rather excited about their job, was weird, then they were in for a real rude awakening.
As a few minutes passed, more students piled in. Some girls with linking arms, boys shuffling in, picking at their nails. Sybill watched everything - not out of a creepiness, just a curiosity, but it was understandable why someone would be taken aback by it. She wondered why people did the things they did. Why did the girls, in front of her, talk extra loud whenever a good looking boy walked by them? Why did some brunette cry every time someone teased her in good fun? It wasn’t like Sybill had any real friends in this class, usually she kept to herself.
It didn’t make a difference, though. There would be the occasional comment directed towards her abilities; except, no one believed that she was a seer. Sybill knew it with her heart and soul, knew it better than she knew a lot of things. It was her great-grandmother who taught her how to recognize the gift before she died. When she was younger, she would get glimpses of things to come. Sometimes they were clear as day, and other times, they were like little photographs. She never knew exactly what they were, what they meant, so it was easy to get them confused.
But they always happened. It was like that one saying - deja vu, only she was absolutely certain they would come. Sybill made the mistake of confessing her belief that she could see the future, and from then on, she was labelled crazy. A freak. Whatever they decided to call her. However, it didn’t matter to her, not one bit. She was positive of what she could do, and no amount of belittling could ever make her go back on that. No matter how confident she was in that, it still was lonesome. People tended to steer clear of her. That hurt. But she tried to stay strong; as strong as she could.
The last of the on-time students came in, the Professor deciding it was time to start class. “Ah! Yes! Hello!” It was her usual, excitable greeting. Her hands clamping together, eyes looking wide and crazed inside their frames. “Today, we are going to be learning about how the stars…” She paused for dramatic effect, looking over the faces of the teens, to see who was dying in suspense. No one was. She went on, “effect us.” A few males in the back faked interested noises, obviously mocking the Professor, but she had mistaken that for real curiosity. “Yes, yes, I know! It is exciting! Now, pair up, children; quickly, quickly…”
Sybill turned towards the voice that was addressing her. Peter Pettigrew. He was friends with those two dimwits. The ones who thought she couldn’t hear them. Her mouth went into a tight line, crossing her arms and directing her attention back to the Professor. The seer already had her parchment out, jotting things absentmindedly. If it was up to her, she would out rightly refuse to talk to him. Sure, he seemed nice enough. She was just very unsure about his intentions.
“No, we’re not working in pairs.” She lied, stealing a glance at him from under her bangs. He was flashing a sweet smile, one that made her feel bad for stretching the truth. Sybill had rather worked alone, anyways. It was better that way, for everyone.
“Hurry! Pair up, students! No time to waste!” The Professor said, peeking through a telescope and twisting the knob. Sybill sighed, turning towards Peter. They had never really spoken. He was a grade older and hung out with a crowd that wasn’t too keen on her.
“I guess we are.” Sybill said, pushing hair from her eyes. “And, I s’pose you’re stuck with me.” She gestured to the others, who had already chummed up with the others.
Sybill looked up at the anonymous voice, matching the sound to the name. Andromeda Black. With a chummy grin, she shrugged: “Just girls waiting to be asked to dance and boys trying to get lucky in the Astronomy Tower.” The blond was slightly surprised that the girl was out…
Sybill didn’t need to be at the ball to know what was going on, and Andromeda’s reply only confirmed her suspicions. She had only gone to about three of those dances, when she was a first year, and very near got sick of them. The people there made her stomach churn, but it wasn’t because she hated them or anything. Everyone just seemed so phony. Girls hugged one another and pretended they didn’t covet their dates, guys lying about how they were going to get someone naked. It didn’t sit well with her.
“I don’t think you’re bitter,” Sybill replied with a shrug, dropping the smoke and putting her foot on it, slowly suffocating the flame. The fumes were making her sick. “Most of it is faux, anyways. I guess that’s the bitter single girl in me.” She added with a wryly grin. After her question, the blond froze for a moment, trying to read what was in her words. Was she making fun of her? No, that couldn’t be it. She didn’t know Andromeda for being out rightly cruel.
“Ha, actually, I had guys lining up to ask me out. Denied every single one of ‘em.” She laid her voice thick with sarcasm. “Never got asked. I’m not the type of girl people ask to this kind of thing.”
While girls were scurrying in the Ravenclaw common room with their ballgowns on, faces painted like dolls, Sybill had wrapped herself snugly in a thick cardigan sweater. She had gotten a few peculiar stares, wondering why she wasn’t dressed accordingly to the event. It was…
Sybill looked up at the anonymous voice, matching the sound to the name. Andromeda Black. With a chummy grin, she shrugged: “Just girls waiting to be asked to dance and boys trying to get lucky in the Astronomy Tower.” The blond was slightly surprised that the girl was out here talking to her; she was all dressed up and ready to play, and you didn’t just waltz outside because the dance was boring. She took another drag of her smoke and looked her over.
“What’s the story, Black? If you don’t mind me asking,” She inquired as she snuffed the cig on the ground, fishing in her pocket to pull out another. She had attempted quitting exactly three times but always caved on the second day. Lack of nicotine drove her crazy. “Just got sick of seeing all the love?” With that last word, her voice was over dramatized, and she rolled her eyes. She puffed in the smoke and closed her eyes, feeling it settle in on her lungs.
