Snape the Psychic Pig: Keeper of the Hidden Sight

(From the Tales of the Enchanted Hollow)

Under a crescent moon on a winter day, two piglets were born in the heart of the Hollow. The air was heavy with frost and wonder, the kind of stillness that comes when the world is deciding what it will remember.

The trees leaned close that night. The earth hummed. The Hollow was choosing.

Two lives, one moment.

Two souls, one thread.

But the gifts were never meant to be even.

To one, it gave the strength of light.

To the other…the weight of knowing.

The marked one was Snape, a piglet with a white diamond upon his head, small, solemn, and strange. While his brother delighted in play and laughter, Snape listened. He listened to things others could not hear, the murmur of roots beneath the soil, the sigh of fog that remembered where it had been, the voices of the Hollow itself.

When Oddity first met him, she found him sitting at the edge of the a path, staring into a puddle that reflected no stars. Without a word, he offered her a charm: a tiny pig carved from a pale seedpod.

“For your curiosities,” he said softly. “May it keep what is meant to stay.”

Oddity felt the charm hum faintly in her paw, warm as friendship and old as the Hollow.

But not all who wander through wonder respect what the Hollow keeps.

One night, a traveler’s greed disturbed its balance. Two charms disappeared from Oddity’s Curiosities, the pig Snape had gifted her, and another dear to her heart.

That same night, Snape woke trembling, his diamond casting a faint glow across the moss. The wind outside his den was still, listening.

“Something sacred has been taken,” he whispered. “And the Hollow mourns.”

From that night forward, the Sight within him deepened. He began to see not only what was, but what would be. Shapes flickered in his vision, moments unwoven, truths not yet born. Sometimes he spoke warnings to those who would hear: to the rabbits when storms gathered, to the goats when the path grew strange, to Meadow when the frost crept too near.

But there is one vision Snape never speaks of.

A light at the edge of thought.

A laugh carried away by mist.

And the ache of something, someone, slipping quietly beyond reach.

If you meet Snape within the Hollow and he pauses before answering your question, wait.

He is not deciding what to say.

He is deciding what you are ready to know.

For Snape the Psychic Pig does not tell the future.

He remembers what the Hollow has not yet revealed.

And the Hollow…always keeps its secrets.