Halloween Treat for the Community & Its Helpers
Gift for: The Community and Its Helpers!
From: _lore
Title: A New Divination
Pairing: Sybill Trelawney/Gilderoy Lockhart
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Like attracts like, or so Sybill thinks.
Notes: This is in thanks to shadowycat, who helped me read and organize; to bonfoi, who stepped in at the last possible second to pinch-hit; to starduchess, who has been tagging up a storm so we all can find everything our hearts desire, and to scribbulus_ink, who holds my hand so very well when I am panicking. Many thanks to azure_rosa for the quick beta!
Sybill knew a fraud when she saw one. Gilderoy Lockhart, with his brilliant robes and even more brilliant smile, could charm the knickers off a mannequin, and Sybill was determined to be easier than a piece of carved wood. They were a matched set of charlatans, after all, and should be together.
"My, Gilderoy, how teal becomes you." She thought flattery would work faster than blackmail.
"Er, yes, I know. Anyway, Dumbledore, as I was saying..."
Fine. Blackmail it would be. Sybill didn't have concrete evidence, but she thought a few well-placed implications would be enough.
"When I defeated the Wagga Wagga Werewolf, I-"
"You know, Gilderoy," she said, placing her hand on his forearm and squeezing, hard. "I spent some time in Armenia that same summer. I heard all sorts of tales about that horrible beast!"
There was an uncomfortable pause.
Gilderoy's hand covered hers. "My dear lady, would you like to hear of his defeat from, as they say, the thoroughbred's mouth?" He gave her a piercing leer. "Perhaps after dinner? I have a fine sherry, begging to be opened."
Touché.
Later, with her legs in the air and Gilderoy shagging her as if he could shake her secrets loose, Sybill felt far less a fraud. She knew this would happen.