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Sept 13, 2021 9:20:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted 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. cordelia regan smith
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Nov 6, 2021 14:54:33 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Nov 6, 2021 14:54:33 GMT -7
▲ Cernunnon’s Farm. Cordelia had been dragged there by her mum once a year for as long as she could recall, and while it certainly changed over time, there was a point where it started to lose its novelty. She didn’t even find joy in taking pictures anymore, opting to spend most of her time watching the animals. It wasn’t that she disliked riding winged horses, she just felt sort of silly because it was just her and her mum, and then a bunch of little kids. And she had done the same trail and ride since she was their age. But this was a good way to spend time together since the weekdays were virtually moot now. If The Quibbler had caught wind of where she was spending her Saturday, they would have absolutely assigned her a topic, maybe something silly like a fully visible thestral, or something along those lines. The FIA did not have thestrals as far as she was aware, and if they did and had one that wasn’t invisible, then the place would be packed with spectators. While the farm did have plenty of younger families now that the Hogwarts students were gone and spread all over the world, she didn’t see anyone in particular that she knew. Later on in the day, when it was nearing mid-afternoon, her mum decided to call it a day and took her leave. Cordelia decided to hang around a little longer, mostly because it gave her some time before having to return home. That was sort of the nice thing about being able to instantly apparate. Travel time was virtually non-existent now. Finishing the hot chocolate that was no longer warm, even after a couple of well-timed heat charms, she was about to make her exit as well when she heard her name called. A blonde similar in age to herself was approaching, and said that her name was Sybil, and she had gone to Hogwarts too. She certainly looked familiar, but the only name that came to mind was Susan. Apparently she was wrong about that. “Erm…h-hello. W-Were y-you here to r-ride the Abraxan t-too?” she stuttered her way through her words. Being put on the spot so suddenly was still something she was working on. One day she’d figure it out. Maybe. @susanvictoria ● 385 ● Rocking The Boat by Ice Nine Kills MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 11, 2021 14:23:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2021 14:23:25 GMT -7
Sybil smiled. Cordelia had always been very sweet, and good with animals, but people were another subject. She heard her stutter and her heart went out to the younger girl. She couldn’t imagine having to fulfill her royal duties for her grandmother with a speech impediment, and she commended Cordie for being able to respond at least. “I actually just came from a Muggle ceremony,” she explained. “A ribbon cutting ceremony, for the royal family. My grandmother couldn’t make it so here I am,” she added with a shrug. “My sister Lusie was in your house actually, Hufflepuff right?” she asked to confirm she remembered correctly. Sybil smiled fondly at the horses, remembering the first night she had transformed into her Animagus form. A miniature horse; she could probably change at the farm and the Abraxan would be surprised by her presence, but likely accepting of the newcomer. However, even though she was registered with the Ministry, she wasn’t about to change in front of a crowd. She was Muggle royalty after all, so she kept her Animagus status a secret. “I’m not here to ride them though; they probably have enough children clamoring onto their backs all day, so I won’t add to it,” she told her. “What about you? Here to see anything in particular?” she asked Cordelia. cordelia regan smith
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Feb 3, 2022 21:45:28 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Feb 3, 2022 21:45:28 GMT -7
▲ Royalty. That was the word that triggered Cordelia into remembering the Windsor family immediately. The disconnect she had regarding the family compared to the muggleborn students was certainly something else. They were just another family of magical kids to her. As Sybil pointed out, Lusie had been in Hufflepuff too, though younger than Cordelia was. She probably would have graduated by now. Whenever Hogwarts was brought up, especially as of late, blocking out the horrid pictures of the burning castle with how she remembered the school was difficult. Thoughts about that night had been gnawing away at Cordelia over the past few months, and she often times felt awful about feeling glad she wasn't there. Considering Sybil was speaking positively about her younger sister, it was safe to assume Lusie had made it out of the castle fine. Cordelia nodded her head at the mention of a ribbon cutting ceremony because Sybil's 'grandmother' couldn't make it. That meant...the Queen? Maybe there wasn't as much of a disconnect as she thought as her eyes widened at the prospect of stumbling into the Queen while looking at horses randomly. That would be something else. "Oh...I-I've come here a lot," Cordelia admitted. Royalty liked horses, right? Every fantasy book she had ever read that had kings and queens, princes and princesses, also had horses. Knights in shining armor riding to battle on horseback. That didn't particularly pique her interest in wanting to ride horses these days, but it had when she was younger. "M-My mum likes it," she explained, as if that absolved her of showing up here yearly for almost fifteen years. There shouldn't have been anything inherently embarrassing about riding horses, aside from the fact that literally everyone else here consisted of parents and their toddlers. "R-Riding horses, I-I mean..."@susanvictoria ● 299 ● song by artist MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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