Sybill Trelawney had a penchant for hanging wind chimes from the North Tower windows, but they had the unfortunate effect of emitting a sense of foreboding. Sybill sighed, wishing things would go back to how they were ten years ago, when she was the joke of Hogwarts. Before she predicted the prophecy, before she saw the Grim. Now, her students weep at blobs of tealeaves, refuse to touch the crystals, to read the planets. She’d even stopped predicting deaths. Sybill wished her students would see the beautiful side of the craft. Sometimes there was death. Destruction, chaos. But more often than not, there was good. Sybill saw heaven in crystal balls, the sublime in the stars. She saw futures drenched in light and life.
I have been looking forward to writing a piece of Harry Potter flash since I started this project. I woke up at like 4am, frantic with ideas, unable to sleep at what I could/should explore. I chose today to write this because I am attending a Harry Potter trivia night tonight (I know, I live a dope life). And I chose Sybill because I am dressing up as her for the event, and what better way to get into character than to delve into her psyche? I loved doing this, I want to write a thousand more.