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Pandora's Box Mods (pandoramods) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-03 18:01:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 10 2003, character: lavender brown, npc: sybill trelawney

The Inner Eye
Characters: Professor Trelawney (npc) and Lavender Brown
Setting: Hogwarts Castle, Trelawney's office in the North Tower, Monday after classes (around 4 maybe?)
Summary: Lavender stops by to talk to Professor Trelawney
Rating: Work safe

Some people were still iffy about Divination, and about whether Sybill Trelawney was legitimate or not. She'd had a very sparse history of true prophecies, but her day to day foretellings were quite convincing to some, but easily refuted by others. However, she'd know she was going to have a visitor today, one that would require special consideration. A former student, which meant she'd be likely escorted into to castle before she arrived at Trelawney's office.

Sybill sat on an iridescent purple pouf after setting a pot of hot water to boil for tea. Her guest should be arriving any moment now, she was absolutely certain. She had a general sense of foreboding, but that wasn't unusual for her. In fact, lately that sense had been growing stronger and she saw death frequently, something reflected in the series of murders happening outside of the school. She did expect this upcoming meeting to be positive, but then, meetings with Trelawney rarely were.

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lavishly
2012-01-05 12:05 am UTC (link)

As a student Lavender had always looked up to Professor Trelawney. The woman was a mentor and almost a sort of unspoken spiritual guide. Once the battle and Hogwarts was behind them, that was still there, but she liked to think of Trelawney as a friend or at least some sort of cool aunt. Although she never could quite manage calling her Sybill, even when asked. And after the day she had already she was grateful to be meeting with a beloved professor. Lavender felt lost, she needed someone who didn't even on some minor level thing that Divination was hogwash to talk to, and really she needed some sort of guidance.

Lavender had owled Professor Trelawney last week, asking if they could set up a time to chat. At that time she was interested in her readings as well as wanting someone else to try to make sense of her dream database. Only now it had a different sort of weight. After the incident in her flat, Lavender was unsettled. Her aura was probably all sorts of horrible colors from her fight Seamus, the not-nightmare causing nothing but havoc, the stupid wheel of fortune and three of sword. Oh and that little fact that she was pretty sure she was going die because Pandora was popping into her fireplace to watch her, and she was sure that was what happened.

Still, Lavender had tried to pull herself together, at least enough to make sure that Michael wasn't about to stop her. This was the sort of meeting she needed right now. Besides, in part part Hogwarts was safe, like way more safe than her flat, and Michael had even come with her to Hogsmeade just in case. Really, she had only been alone for that sort walk toward the castle gates where she was intercepted and properly greeted by Hagrid. He walked with her to the castle, checking her in as an official visitor before seeing her off to the north tower.

Her stomach lurched walking through these corridors, her mind remembering breaking down here just a week ago. Although Harry's services felt almost a lifetime ago and maybe to some extent it was, so much had been happening. She didn't expect that talking with Professor Trelawney would make it all better, but hopefully it wasn't about to get worse. And at least this office was a neutral ground here. She and Parvati had spent many hours outside of class up here, back when the world felt a lot easier. "Hello Professor," she said a small smile tugging on her face at the sight in front of her. "It has been far too long since we've had a chance to actually meet."

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pandoramods
2012-01-05 07:10 pm UTC (link)

Some would argue that Trewlaney knew very well that she would be having a guest - she'd gone and made an appointment to see Lavender hadn't she? But ahh, it was the inner eye that told her she was going to have to do so to begin with. Fates told her today was the day she had to be meeting Lavender Brown, and so that, of course, was why she'd set the date. Just as fates told her she would need tea and perhaps even her crystal ball for this meeting.

So when Lavender arivved, Trewlaney had just gotten up to just pour the tea. She set a cup down next to where she'd been sitting and set another down across from her, next to a another purple pouf for Lavender. "Hello Lavender, dear," Trelawnney said warmly. She was fond of Lavender for several reasons, one of which was the fact that the young woman had always been such a staunch supporter of hers. "It has been indeed. Shame that our fates had not entwined until this day." She peered at Lavender through the steam rising from her cup as she carefully held it up to inhale. "Please sit. Your tea is just there."

She didn't bother to correct Lavender calling her professor. She'd tried to encourage a more casual friendship now, all things considered, but it didn't take a prophet to see Lavender was still too set on calling her professor out of respect.

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lavishly
2012-01-05 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Lavender hesitated at the mention of tea or really the end result and what either of them might see there. But she tried to let that go because it was why she was here, to get some sort of answers. Readjusting the bag strap on her shoulder she walked across the room to take the seat indicated. "I would have hoped that our fates were intertwined a better places, but..." In place of finishing her sentence she shrugged not exactly having the words she wanted. It was written might have been appropriate, but Professor Trelawney probably already knew that.

"I hoping that you might be able to help me with what's happening right now. I mean I have this database and a few ideas about it, but I still don't see the pattern, why us or why some people are connected." Lavender paused to dig through her bag for her notebook. "And then I've been seeing things in my cards." She might not have had the markings to make a true Seer, but she had spent years developing what she had (or didn't have) for an Inner Eye.

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pandoramods
2012-01-09 04:56 pm UTC (link)

Trelawney swirled her own tea in her mug and sipped it. The mug was sized like her glasses - overlarge. Together they made her head look small, strangely bug-like as she peered as best she could over the edge at Lavender. "As do I dear, but alas we cannot control fate."

She crossed her legs and waited patiently as Lavender spoke as though she knew what the young woman would say. (Whether she truly did or not was up for debate). She caught the emphasis Lavender placed on the word seeing and her brows knit behind her large frames. "What exactly have you been seeing, dear?"

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lavishly
2012-01-12 05:15 am UTC (link)

"Well, not like Seer seeing but, in my cards or in like dreams." Which were always two things that she put a good deal of faith in. It was right up there with tea leaves - she had always needed some sort of medium to focus it through. Her conscious mind apparently lacked whatever it needed to See things with a capital 'S,' but sometimes she liked to think that she caught glimpses.

"When I read my cards, I always get the three of swords of the wheel of fortune reserved. Like if I were to make a spread right now those cards would probably show up in the future or present positions. And then when I'm not having these not-nightmare memories from a woman that probably wants to kill me, I keep having my own dreams that are really just nightmares about someone I know as the same red headed woman, killing me in all sort of ways." Lavender paused a moment, not even fully aware she wasn't making sense, but that was Lavender everything all at once so that the pieces might shake out and someone else could find the meaning.

"Oh, except that for today I was having one of those nightmares and then I saw her in my fireplace, like she was watching me. And I'm just all turned about and scared, honestly scared about what's happening - scared and wondering if I might be going batty because a few other people seem to think that." Maybe it was a lot all at once, but she needed to let it all get out. "Except that I keep having this feeling like I might actually die, only that would be too easy, which brings us all back around to the three of swords and the wheel of fortune reversed."

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pandoramods
2012-01-13 01:26 am UTC (link)

It may not have been a true vision, but Trelawney was as firm a believer in what various divination tools told her that she thought whatever Lavender had seen was important. She listened intently, frowning when Lavender mentioned the two cards, neither of them signifying anything good.

Lavender wasn't really making much sense, but the important thing was that dreams had a power of their own. And if Lavender was dreaming the same things repeated, it had to meant something. it may just not have been entirely literal.

But then she hit her with that last thing - that the woman had actually been there, and Trelawney actually started a bit. "Ah," she began, the sound as though she understood. "Perhaps you are seeing something at that. Perhaps it is that you are having these glimpses that are opening you, bringing you closer to the possibility of danger. Something the knowledge of danger is what brings that danger to you. Finish your tea dear, and careful, you'll burn your tongue. Still quite hot. I must read your leaves."

Whether mentioning Lavender burning herself was a prediction or simply a causion wasn't too clear.

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lavishly
2012-01-13 02:20 am UTC (link)

After the day she had, she thought she was sort of allowed to not make sense. Only that gave her an excuse for today and really she might be a bit more frantic, but it wasn't exactly any different than most days. "Closer to the possibility of danger?" She said softly. It wasn't anything she didn't already expect but it felt more serious hearing it from someone else. "I just want to know what's happening, so that we can find a way to make it stop because I think it's only going to get worse."

Somewhat mindlessly, Lavender reached for her tea taking a sip. And she did burn her tongue. But once the taste buds were burnt, she threw back the rest of the tea until only the dregs remained. Swallowing, she swirled the remains of the cup in her left hand three times. Next she turned the cup upside down on the saucer to let the rest of the tea drain away. It wouldn't be long now, but those seconds spent waiting felt like ages caught between wanting to know what Professor Trelawney would find and not being sure she could handle it.

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pandoramods
2012-01-13 07:07 pm UTC (link)

It was probably just a cryptic way of saying fear of something coming true lent a stronger possibility to it happening, if only because of actions a person might take that could almost force it to happen. Knowledge of a thing causing it to happen. A self-fulfilling prophecy. But Trelawney didn't say any of that aloud. Instead she clucked her tongue as Lavender burned hers and then leaned forward to read her leaves.

Trelawney frowned immediately, darting a glance up at Lavender. "Hummm... I see a broken horseshoe - whatever good luck might have been there is gone now, either to be nonexistent or replaced by bad. A broken stick, probably a wand, and...a coffin. Someone you know well will be wounded, likely fatally. Bank of clouds and ferry boat - trouble in the future will be lessened by friends. Stick close to them. And broken scales. Someone has been or will be misjudged."

Trelawney rubbed her forehead and straightened. "Oh dear. I see what you mean. My own insights have been no less pleasant dear, but this reading I'm certain does not ally your fears."

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lavishly
2012-01-13 07:39 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't better, but there was some sort of comfort in the validation of what she felt. This was all set to end horribly. "Someone I know well will be wounded." She thought of the people she knew who were marked, or even the people like Michael who were choosing to stand by her even as all of her other friends thought she was wrong or crazy. "By who? Or who for that matter?" And why not me? Only she didn't ask that last question. Lavender certainly didn't eve want to consider if she was the one who would injure her friend.

"I mean, do you see anything about why this is happening? Why the broken horseshoes, the three of swords, the wheel reserved or even why me? What makes me marked?" Lavender pulled out her notebook that held all of her thoughts and readings about what was happening. "There has to be something I could do, figure out the pattern, protect who is next, stop this Pandora woman from killing someone else because I think she's watching me."

Lavender was asking a lot of questions, but she needed a lot of different answers and Professor Trelawney so far was the only one to give her anything. Even if it wasn't the best of news, it was something, which was better than nothing.

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pandoramods
2012-01-13 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Trelawney shook her head. "The future is ever-changing dear. My very looking into it could change any number of outcomes. What I say today may not hold true tomorrow." She looked back down into the leaves, at the things she hadn't mentioned yet. the spots everywhere that had not real shape or meaning. They were just... "Spots," she said aloud, without meaning to, and thus answering lavender's question. Well one of them. "The spost. They're marks. Who put them there or why is unclear. But you are marked, aren't you?" That wasn't just in a figurative sense.

"The hows and whys are not in the leaves. Maybe a look into the crystal ball would show more." Trelawney did her best to sound mystical and all knowing and not the slightest bit dubious, as she truly was. "The pattern though...there's a pattern in those marks."

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lavishly
2012-01-13 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Lavender sighed trying to not get frustrated because they might actually be getting somewhere. "Would you mind then, trying the crystal ball?" She needed more than tea leaves could manage. She needed more than she could See, which is why she was here.

She reached to cover the place on her arm where she had her mark and she would have shown the other woman if she asked, but she didn't think she needed to physically see it. "Yes, I have a spot on my arm. That's connected to the not-nightmares I'm having and probably the murders that are happening too, but I don't understand why us." Maybe if she understood why they were marked, she could figure out how to get rid of them - both the spots and the nightmares.

"Like I know of two people who have the same not-nightmare, both marked with a past strong emotional connection. Which doesn't fit the pattern, and it's just all confusing. But I think maybe that we're marked because of a darkness." Which wasn't perfect, because there were people that to her knowledge didn't fit that either, but it was the best she had. Lavender paused looking over at Professor Trelaweny. "Do you See a pattern with the marks or spots?"

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pandoramods
2012-01-16 02:18 am UTC (link)

Trelawney started standing as Lavender voiced that request. She motioned Lavender over to where her crystal ball lay covered by a deep indigo cloth. She waited until Lavender joined her before uncovering the ball and staring deep into the clouds within it.

"I see..." She squinted and stared harder. "Oooh, I see it now. The spots are... from sins! Sins in the past that you have not atoned for. The nightmares are your punishment, but the marks mark you for what you are, what you have been. Someone out there sees you for what you truly are, and has made it their mission to avenge those you have wronged. You must atone now! Atone, or be killed like the rest!"

It was as though she suddenly realized she'd been too mild, not extravagant enough, with her predictions and went very nearly off the deep end.

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lavishly
2012-01-16 02:45 am UTC (link)

An amazing sense of dread washed over her. She was marked for what was, what she had been. "Just like my dream, she said that to me before I became an actual werewolf." And then went one to be just a woman eating Michael Corner's heart, but she didn't want to voice that out loud. At the time she had considered it nothing more than her mind tormenting her with the greatest hits of all her fears.

"Is there...do you see anything else? How we can atone? Or stop being punished? Anything?" There had to be something she could do if not for herself, then for the others. "Please?" She added as a sort of afterthought as if that would suddenly make things become more clear and give Professor Trelawney a clear view into the future.

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pandoramods
2012-01-16 02:52 am UTC (link)

Trelawney looked as though she were fighting to see more but her shoulder sagged and she shook her head, pulling back from the crystal ball. "The future's grown cloudy once more and I cannot pierce it now." She looked up and saw the expression on Lavender's face. She reached across and rested her hand on hers. "Perhaps, if you feel there's something to atone for, you should think about what you've done that could possibly require atoning. Once you've figured that out, well the next step should be clearer."

Trelawney offered what she hoped was a comforting smile. "I'll keep looking. If I See anything else, I'll owl you."

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lavishly
2012-01-16 03:10 am UTC (link)

Atone? The only thing she could think of that marked her was not something she could fix or make better. Lavender pressed her eyes closed, feeling desperate and not any less loss than she had been before. Maybe someone else could help figure this out, only it would have to be someone who didn't immediately write off Divination, which already put her at something of a disadvantage.

Lavender twisted her hand to squeeze Professor Trelawney's, needing some sort of physical connection to bring her back. If it was written, then it was written. She couldn't fault the professor for not being able to see anything else, although she wanted to. She simply reminded herself that Professor Trelawney had saved her once and would do what she could to make sure she stayed alive. "Thank you," she said trying to sound more steady than she was. "Please do keep me informed if you See anything else."

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pandoramods
2012-01-16 03:28 am UTC (link)

"Of course dear," Trelawney replied, her voice full of sympathy and concern. Neither were faked; she was very concerned about Lavender's probably fate, and worried for her. "Have a cup of chamomile before bed tonight; don't bother reading the leaves. they'll only upset you. If you have any potions to help you sleep, you ought to take one," she offered.

She stood, again wishing she and Lavender had seen each other under better circumstances.

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