|Cassandra Trelawney (blondemagic) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,|
@ 2021-03-06 15:56:00
|Entry tags:||character: savannah monroe, unused: cassandra trelawney|
RP: Cassandra's Arrival
Who: Cassandra Trelawney & Savannah Monroe
When: 11:32am, precisely.
Where: The entrance courtyard
What: A headache worth 100 or so years.
Warnings: None expected
The vision the week before had been short on details but confirmed by every method she could think of, including reading her own palm. It had changed since the last time she looked at it - something that was expected with age and experience but never so dramatically. She would be taking a journey - a very long one, to a distant place, and yet one that was very familiar. There was no suggestion of what would happen there or whether or not she would return. It simply was. What most people didn't understand about prophecy was the frustrating lack of details when it was important. She could pinpoint where a child had lost a ball with startling accuracy but as things became bigger, details became muddied.
And so Cassandra had decided to act on the suggestion that she might not see her little Hogsmeade cottage again. She had cleaned up, straightened things out, shrunk and hidden the extensive collection of journals she kept of the visions she could remember, and gotten her other affairs in order. She had hoped to hold off as long as possible, not knowing exactly when she was going to have to leave. Traveling on a Sunday was lucky while leaving on a Friday was sure to bring ill-fortune. As it was, neither of those things would happen. It would, in fact, be a Saturday which was neither one thing nor the other.
She had planned it well, in her nicest white dress with a high lace collar (the only one she owned) and her wild hair was carefully pinned in a bun as was the style. And then she sat. And she waited. With her eyes closed, she breathed and she waited, trying to not let her fear of travel get to her. Without her willing herself to do so, she stood and calmly as she could, she walked out of her cottage and into the unknown--