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Cassandra Trelawney (blondemagic) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,
@ 2021-03-06 15:56:00

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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--

Or actually, all too familiar grounds. Well, they would have been familiar if she hadn't been absolutely slammed by a shift in time itself. Wherever she had gone, it was such a difference that her knees buckled underneath her and it took all her effort not to be sick in the grass. Her head was swimming and the pain made everything go white behind her eyelids. Her body was wracked with sobs for a moment as she tried to block everything out, putting up the walls that she could barely manage in the first place.

Cassandra curled over into a ball, making herself as small as possible, her hands on the back of her neck with her fingers interlocked as she just tried to keep her brain from melting out of her ears. As if she actually had control over that. There was a ringing in her ears which usually came after one of her more intense prophecies so she didn't actually realize just how loud she was crying. But how could one really be expected to stay silent and demure when one's head was absolutely throbbing?

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blondemagic
2021-03-07 05:03 pm UTC (link)

That was the truth of it. At least she could still feel her wand in the hidden pocket of her skirt. It had made the trip and that was what mattered. But the laugh made her smile even if it also made her head throb, "Well, the secret is - only fools, idiots, and dreamers ever enter politics. And the dreamers don't last long." Which left them surrounded by fools and idiots in important places.

Ah, there it was - the recognition. So she was in the textbooks now. It was unsurprising but it was nice to know that one of her family had been teaching at the school. Savannah was certainly a talker, wasn't she? It was rather a mile a minute but if she was carrying the conversation then Cassandra could focus on keeping her balance. "A Hufflepuff," she murmured with that fond smile returning, "I should have known."

Of course, Savannah was a Hufflepuff. All the signs were there - the best of the houses, in her opinion, even over her own Ravenclaw. Who could hate the black-and-yellow? "I appreciate the offer but I think perhaps I should settle in the North Tower. I believe there's an apartment there but if there's not, I'll turn the office into one. If my descendant was teaching here, some of my things may be present."

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savannah_monroe
2021-03-07 05:13 pm UTC (link)

"I'd have to agree. My maternal grandparents wanted me to go into the Ministry. I'm good with Charms and transfiguration. They thought it'd give some respectability to the family. My dad is a rock star, my mother never married him, but I disappointed them and became a Quidditch player like my aunt and my paternal grandmother. I'll leave the politics to those fools, idiots and dreamers." She frowned. "I think that's why there are a lot of Gryffindors in politics despite the fact that Slytherins are the ambitious types.

Savannah laughed again. "I know, it's terribly obvious. I'm the one that ends up apologising to the opposing team after we beat them, but I feel bad for them. Besides, being kind doesn't cost us anything and it makes all of us happier."

She smiled. "Oh the office still has her things but she was... very much a lover of the doom and gloom in the classroom. I'm pretty sure her quarters would be much better suited. There's so few of us and so many rooms that the castle is happy to get things ready for you."

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blondemagic
2021-03-07 05:36 pm UTC (link)

"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.

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savannah_monroe
2021-03-07 06:08 pm UTC (link)

"Oh I know, but I think they just wanted something that wouldn't make me famous. With Dad, our faces were on the covers of too many magazines. Not as much as Mr. Potter's, but then no one was in the papers as much as he was." She chuckled. "That is hardly my intention but soon enough you'll have plenty of men throwing stuff at you, so I figured I'd give you the less life-and-death vision of life."

Savannah shrugged. "It does, I suppose, but I feel that most people never take that option even when it costs nothing and would make things easier. A smile, a friendly hand can go a long way." She'd never stop believing that.

"She collected prophecies that her students made, but they were always the ones where people died terrible deaths. One saved kitten? A happy birth? How is it that there was never one positive prophecy?" It was the hardest part of the class. Not the fake prophecies they saw, but the real ones. "Are you okay? Are you chilly? We can find you a heavier cloak if you like."

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blondemagic
2021-03-07 06:54 pm UTC (link)

"I'm glad you were able to do what made you happy instead. Though I don't know who 'Mr. Potter' is." She knew too many women who would have done as their families wished for them - but their times were so different. Of course, the Trelawneys were outliers but she could hardly know that. As for the men, well, she was used to that and she would handle it as it came.

She hummed softly and then gave Savannah a slight nod of agreement, "I'll give you that, aye. It is so much easier to close your eyes and keep them closed."

Sibyll's class sounded... honestly terrible. What in the Hell had happened to the noble art of divination? She frowned deeply, "There are positive prophecies. The negative ones simply feel direr. But I have done many a reading for lasses for finding love or the wellness of an unborn babe or will the crops survive the season..." As for her chill, she shook her head slightly, "I realized the severity of our situation is all."

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