Questions to Fill Out, Harry Potter, Sybill Trelawney, PG
Title: Questions to Fill Out
Author: cadillacaro
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #23, There's a thing to be said about inviting trouble: it generally accepts. -May Maloo
Summary: Trelawney has to comply with Dumbledore's new policy.
Sybill couldn't quite grasp the concept behind these leaflets. She knew it was part of Dumbledore's new "get to know your fellow co-worker" ideology, but it wasn't something she embraced, and it most definitely wasn't something she wanted to take part in. Yet, looking at the coloured parchments, nearly all completed, she felt as though she was trapped. She simply had to do it.
She walked past the line of little cupboards. On each door hovered a questionnaire. She grabbed hers and sat at the table. She felt a bit uncomfortable in the wooden chair, but she did not have the patience to go back up to her classroom to fill this out. She looked down at the sheet.
Name
She pulled a quill out and slowly wrote her name, carefully crafting each letter. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
Profession
She rubbed her temples. She could almost sense what felt to be a strong headache. This was going to be a long night. Why did she have to come down to the lounge room? She hadn't been there in months, and she liked it that way. There was no real reason for her presence down there at the moment, other than the fact that it was past three in the morning, she couldn't sleep, and she thought she had seen some room resembling this one in her crystal ball earlier that night. Sighing, she resumed answering the bloody thing.
Most embarrassing moment
Sybill paused. It was far too early in the questions to be stumped. She needed to think of something. She giggled softly at the memory of drinking a whole bottle of sherry right before a third year divination class. But it wasn't so much embarrassing as it was terribly amusing. No, no, she needed something truly ignominious. Maybe her best bet would be to look for inspiration in others.
Leaving her uncomfortable chair behind, Sybill began reading all the other forms. They must have been there for months, as virtually each and every single one of them had already been answered. Sybill glanced at several one of them as she strolled past, yet she walked past Sprout's without even batting an eye. She'd rather have her intestines removed by her belly button rather than read that old plant-loving fanatic's thoughts. No, what really interested her were the answers of the few odd balls.
Starting with Professor Snape. She always had a liking for him. After all, he was a Death Eater, and now Dumbledore trusted him blindly, so he must be a powerful wizard. And it is common knowledge that powerful wizards make great allies. Not that Sybill needed allies. She just thought that if a time of great need appeared again, she needed to know who could protect her best.
His cupboard was at the far end of the row, against the wall. It was a dark corner, and considering the one cupboard near his was Binns's, very few people ever went that far. For all she knew, there could even be a student stuffed in there. And if she considered the stale stench coming from that general area, it might even prove to be true.
No matter. She was a bit hurt at the idea that no one cared about her. They honestly could have come up to her classroom to ask her to fill this thing out. But no. Instead, she had to take it upon herself to actually come down here and find out about it on her own. Maybe they all were right when they said she was a recluse. She never liked to think of herself that way, but it sure seemed like it at the moment. She dismissed the idea as total nonsense. She blamed the lack of sleep. She would prove them wrong. And all she had to do was fill out the questionnaire.
Approaching Snape's cupboard, Sybill noticed the considerable lack of life around the area. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks on her, but the closer she got, the colder and the more bitter the air became. Right at the edge of his locker, she noticed Binns's form hovering a little too close to the door. Intrigued, she leaned towards it to see what was written on it. The lettering was incredibly small and crammed, making it nearly impossible to read. Without even a second thought, she tore the sheet down, crammed it in her pocket and hastily made her way to the door.
As soon as she reached the massive oak door, she saw the doorknob rattle. Caught off guard, she spun around and sat in the nearest chair. She heard the heavy door squeak open and close as footsteps entered the room. She refused to stare away from the table even though there was nothing in front of her. Maybe if she looked lost in thought the person would go away.
Instead, Snape cleared his throat. "What a surprise to see you here Sybill," he let out. She tore her eyes off the table and looked up at him.
"Aah, Severus. I was expecting you," she said in her misty voice. He groaned past her and made his way to his cupboard. She noticed a slight pause in his movement as he approached Binns's box. This must have been the first time she had ever seen anyone that far down the row of cabinets. She saw him pull a small vial and stick it in his pocket. As he turned around, she returned to examining the table. He left the room without even a single word.
Sybill got up as quickly as possible, and made her way to her classroom. There was something very odd with this paper. She could simply feel it. Maybe it was the key to Snape. Well, probably not, but maybe she had gotten lucky. It could be the secret location of the dead student in that room.
Reaching her quarters, she pulled out the sheet of parchment. She had to squint in order to make out the tiny lettering.
Those who enter the proximity of my cupboard shall forever more be deadly cursed.
Sybill gasped. This was the end. No doubt about it. She was going to die. And knowing the others, no one would even care. She scrunched up the paper in a ball and tossed it in the roaring fire behind her. A faint knock came from the door.
She pulled her shawl tighter with her sweaty palms and backed into her chair as Snape entered the room. He placed a hand in front of him. Sybill shut her eyes, waiting for the curse to hit her.
But it never came. Instead, Snape spoke. "Sybill, may I have my note back? There is a Thief's Curse on it to stop those meddling students."
Sybill stumbled up. "I, hum, threw it," she said, pointing to the fire.
"My poor, poor Sybill. I'd recommend you not see any students for a few days," he stated, heading for the trap door. At that moment, she felt a wave of nausea fall over her. She fell back into her chair and came to the conclusion that the teacher's lounge was a truly evil place.
-The End-
Author: cadillacaro
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #23, There's a thing to be said about inviting trouble: it generally accepts. -May Maloo
Summary: Trelawney has to comply with Dumbledore's new policy.
Sybill couldn't quite grasp the concept behind these leaflets. She knew it was part of Dumbledore's new "get to know your fellow co-worker" ideology, but it wasn't something she embraced, and it most definitely wasn't something she wanted to take part in. Yet, looking at the coloured parchments, nearly all completed, she felt as though she was trapped. She simply had to do it.
She walked past the line of little cupboards. On each door hovered a questionnaire. She grabbed hers and sat at the table. She felt a bit uncomfortable in the wooden chair, but she did not have the patience to go back up to her classroom to fill this out. She looked down at the sheet.
Name
She pulled a quill out and slowly wrote her name, carefully crafting each letter. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
Profession
She rubbed her temples. She could almost sense what felt to be a strong headache. This was going to be a long night. Why did she have to come down to the lounge room? She hadn't been there in months, and she liked it that way. There was no real reason for her presence down there at the moment, other than the fact that it was past three in the morning, she couldn't sleep, and she thought she had seen some room resembling this one in her crystal ball earlier that night. Sighing, she resumed answering the bloody thing.
Most embarrassing moment
Sybill paused. It was far too early in the questions to be stumped. She needed to think of something. She giggled softly at the memory of drinking a whole bottle of sherry right before a third year divination class. But it wasn't so much embarrassing as it was terribly amusing. No, no, she needed something truly ignominious. Maybe her best bet would be to look for inspiration in others.
Leaving her uncomfortable chair behind, Sybill began reading all the other forms. They must have been there for months, as virtually each and every single one of them had already been answered. Sybill glanced at several one of them as she strolled past, yet she walked past Sprout's without even batting an eye. She'd rather have her intestines removed by her belly button rather than read that old plant-loving fanatic's thoughts. No, what really interested her were the answers of the few odd balls.
Starting with Professor Snape. She always had a liking for him. After all, he was a Death Eater, and now Dumbledore trusted him blindly, so he must be a powerful wizard. And it is common knowledge that powerful wizards make great allies. Not that Sybill needed allies. She just thought that if a time of great need appeared again, she needed to know who could protect her best.
His cupboard was at the far end of the row, against the wall. It was a dark corner, and considering the one cupboard near his was Binns's, very few people ever went that far. For all she knew, there could even be a student stuffed in there. And if she considered the stale stench coming from that general area, it might even prove to be true.
No matter. She was a bit hurt at the idea that no one cared about her. They honestly could have come up to her classroom to ask her to fill this thing out. But no. Instead, she had to take it upon herself to actually come down here and find out about it on her own. Maybe they all were right when they said she was a recluse. She never liked to think of herself that way, but it sure seemed like it at the moment. She dismissed the idea as total nonsense. She blamed the lack of sleep. She would prove them wrong. And all she had to do was fill out the questionnaire.
Approaching Snape's cupboard, Sybill noticed the considerable lack of life around the area. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks on her, but the closer she got, the colder and the more bitter the air became. Right at the edge of his locker, she noticed Binns's form hovering a little too close to the door. Intrigued, she leaned towards it to see what was written on it. The lettering was incredibly small and crammed, making it nearly impossible to read. Without even a second thought, she tore the sheet down, crammed it in her pocket and hastily made her way to the door.
As soon as she reached the massive oak door, she saw the doorknob rattle. Caught off guard, she spun around and sat in the nearest chair. She heard the heavy door squeak open and close as footsteps entered the room. She refused to stare away from the table even though there was nothing in front of her. Maybe if she looked lost in thought the person would go away.
Instead, Snape cleared his throat. "What a surprise to see you here Sybill," he let out. She tore her eyes off the table and looked up at him.
"Aah, Severus. I was expecting you," she said in her misty voice. He groaned past her and made his way to his cupboard. She noticed a slight pause in his movement as he approached Binns's box. This must have been the first time she had ever seen anyone that far down the row of cabinets. She saw him pull a small vial and stick it in his pocket. As he turned around, she returned to examining the table. He left the room without even a single word.
Sybill got up as quickly as possible, and made her way to her classroom. There was something very odd with this paper. She could simply feel it. Maybe it was the key to Snape. Well, probably not, but maybe she had gotten lucky. It could be the secret location of the dead student in that room.
Reaching her quarters, she pulled out the sheet of parchment. She had to squint in order to make out the tiny lettering.
Those who enter the proximity of my cupboard shall forever more be deadly cursed.
Sybill gasped. This was the end. No doubt about it. She was going to die. And knowing the others, no one would even care. She scrunched up the paper in a ball and tossed it in the roaring fire behind her. A faint knock came from the door.
She pulled her shawl tighter with her sweaty palms and backed into her chair as Snape entered the room. He placed a hand in front of him. Sybill shut her eyes, waiting for the curse to hit her.
But it never came. Instead, Snape spoke. "Sybill, may I have my note back? There is a Thief's Curse on it to stop those meddling students."
Sybill stumbled up. "I, hum, threw it," she said, pointing to the fire.
"My poor, poor Sybill. I'd recommend you not see any students for a few days," he stated, heading for the trap door. At that moment, she felt a wave of nausea fall over her. She fell back into her chair and came to the conclusion that the teacher's lounge was a truly evil place.
-The End-