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Cassandra Trelawney (blondemagic) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,

"Quidditch is a perfectly acceptable profession," especially for women. They had such a long history within the sport, from the very first records of the game. It wasn't something Cassandra had ever done - there was always a risk that she'd have a vision in the middle of the game and drop off her broom. Or perhaps find herself accused of 'cheating' by knowing what would happen. But despite this, she was looking at Savannah a bit... curiously. Generally speaking, bastard children did not reveal they were bastards. The jab at Gryffindors was so sudden that it shocked her out of her thoughts and her rough snort of a laugh caused her to cough. "Christ, lass, you're going to kill me after I've come so far."

The first steps going from the courtyard to flagstones were heavy, weighted with 130-years of absence. How else had the world had shifted? She wasn't sure she wanted to know but it would be forced on her anyway. "I would argue that being kind sometimes does cost something - but not in that situation, true."

Doom and gloom in the class? Cassandra huffed a laugh, "The life of a Seer is often... Dark like that. Though inflicting it on children is a little suspect." And she wondered what this Sibyll was like then. But she supposed she would find out as she sorted through her descendant's things and cleaned up after her. It hit her then that she was now the last of the Trewlaney line, perhaps the last of the druid Trelawneys as well if it didn't survive in other places. Cassandra's blood ran cold and a shiver followed the ice in her veins.