Sibyll by Carley9

Sybill by carley9

I was sitting in the corner, staring at my non-alcoholic drink. The other staff members had held an intervention on my behalf the previous summer. This was the first party I had been to in the past six months. The other staff had allowed me to hide in my tower the previous times, but Minerva had insisted that I come. Would be good for me to start socializing or some other such rot.

I shifted in my chair and quietly repeated my new mantra. "I can have a good time without any sherry." While I repeated it a few times, a small commotion broke out on the other side of the room. Then a slurred voice said, "Speak up, girl! I didn't quite hear you!"

I couldn't hear the answer over the rising voices, but I didn't need to know the answer. As a majority of the females began twittering, a small voice said to me, 'Snape asked Granger to marry him. Happy times ahead of them.'

I tried to scoot my chair back a little farther into the corner. I knew it was too soon to come to one of these things. The temptation was almost too much; I needed to get away from all the revelry.

'You will be fine,' the voice whispered in my mind again. The voice spoke up once more as I felt myself stand, presumably to leave. 'Everyone in this room will experience extreme happiness in the upcoming year, even you, Sybill.'

I returned to my seat and felt content to just watch the scene. Extreme happiness? What a wonderful thought.

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