Post by Sybil Victoria Windsor on Sept 13, 2021 9:20:22 GMT -7
september 19, 2026
Sybil had offered to go to Belfast for some sort of art collection opening; her grandmother had asked for her specifically, and since she was both Queen and beloved by her, Sybil did not feel that she could refuse her. She had dressed smartly for the occasion, with a deep emerald peacoat covering a trendy yet demure forest green dress underneath. She thought the green brought out her blonde hair, which had a pillbox hat perched neatly on top. She smiled and waved, accepting posies of flowers from the young city children who had gathered to see a real-life princess. Sybil loved that part best of all; she had a wonderful connection with children, almost to the level of animals, though that still topped all. But the ceremonies and walking through the gallery with important political figures from Northern Ireland had left her rather tired, and in desperate need of a drink. There was a small wizarding community that ran Cernunnans Farm, and they had a pub nearby that catered to wizarding folk. She’d go to the farm tomorrow before she had to return to London, but for the afternoon she’d make her way to the pub.
She didn’t have time to change, but she removed her hat as she entered the establishment. A sweet sense of relief passed over her; people looked up to see the newcomer, but then quickly returned to their own business. She took off her coat; it was early April but the pub inside was warm, so she didn’t need it. Smoothing down her dress, Sybil made her way to the bar and ordered a pint of cider. Sipping the cold drink, she glanced around and found herself spotting a familiar face - Cordelia Smith, a girl she’d known at Hogwarts. She’d graduated the year after Sybil, and had been in Lusie’s house, but she remembered the girl being fond of animals, much like herself. “Cordelia?” she called, making her way over. “It’s Sybil, from Hogwarts,” she introduced, not sure if Cordelia remembered her or not.
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