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Posted by: Themis Lyra
August 2, 2024 – 7:25 AM
Forum: Archived Assignments
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"Alright, settle everyone. We need to cover your summer assignments before you are dismissed for the term." Themis ignored the audible groans in the room. "As you enjoy the summer heat, I want you to reflect on the stars. This year's assignment will have both a written and practical portion." With a wave of her wand, the instructions appeared on the chalkboard behind her.

The Dog Days of Summer
Prepare an essay on the origin of the term "The Dog Days of Summer."
Identify the origin of the phrase, its meaning in ancient and modern times, the star and constellation referenced, and its application to muggles and wizardkind. For the practical portion, you will complete a labeled drawing of the constellation you discovered in your essay. Both are due the first meeting of the next term. Late work will not be accepted.

OOC Requirements: Write an IC essay of 150+ words on the provided topic. You can find all you need in this article. Your 'practical' portion can be either a thread or read-only post of your student observing the night sky or working on their assignment. Essays and a read-only post are worth 5 points; threads with 5+ posts are worth 5 points. Students who complete both (essay and thread/post) by September 30 will earn an additional 5 points.

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Posted by: Anne Moony
August 2, 2024 – 5:51 AM
Forum: The Past
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August 8th, 1894 — Pennyworth, Alley near the Moony home
Came into this world
Daddy's little girl
And daddy made a soldier out of me
The rage was still hot, the sound of blood in her ears, Anne's constant companion. That, and the crushing grief. Anne was familiar with grief, with pain and loss, but that was supposed to over. This was her time, her platform, and it was stolen. There was no other word for it; Anne was robbed of what was rightly hers: her place as prefect. Her whole summer felt like a cosmic 'no,' a word Anne did not handle well. Her parents refused to let her go abroad; Ned was so busy being an auror trainee that he never had time for her now, and her friends...Anne couldn't think of her friends now.

She'd locked herself in her room after the owl came without her badge, the slight a personal one that Anne would never forgive. She'd spent days sobbing, refusing to eat, and threatening to hex anyone who dared enter her room. Somewhere around day three, teenage hunger had forced her to reconsider a hunger strike, but food only fed her seething anger. Her skin didn't fit her anymore; there wasn't enough room for her and her feelings, but without an outlet, the destruction turned inward. It was in the livid spiral that Anne's need for destruction turned resourceful. There was a way to harness this energy, to feel powerful, even without her wand. Anne sent her owl without a second thought, her complicated relationship with the recipient now insignificant in the face of the ticking timebomb in her chest called a heart. She could deal with the consequences later, but now, she needed her dad.

Waiting until the house fell asleep, Anne took the familiar path out her window to the street, the thrill of sneaking out dampened by her purpose. Tonight, no one would be stopping Anne. She waited just outside of the light of the gas lamps in the mouth of the alley, leaning against the bricks, trying to keep from imploding. When she finally heard footsteps, Anne pushed off the wall, ready for a fight. Confirming it was her father didn't relax her much. "I need your help. And you can't tell mum."

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Posted by: Themis Lyra
August 2, 2024 – 4:27 AM
Forum: Introducing...
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Introducing Themis;
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Themis Lyra
44 | mchb
Gryffindor Alumna of '68
rep » 8 | happily widowed
Astronomy Professor & Gryffindor Head of House

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— A B O U T —


FRIENDS/FORMER CLASSMATES: Themis was Gryffindor prefect. In school, she was tenacious, friendly, intelligent, and consistently fair. While she had plenty of friends in Gryffindor, she is drawn to the bookish intellectuals. Themis would have seem slightly sheltered and bonded easily to older students. She didn't grow up around other children and often found 'kid things' exasperating. She's loved Astronomy her whole life and knew she wanted to be an astronomer by the time she reached Hogwarts. If you wanted to find her, she was in the Astronomy Tower. Themis would not have been involved in parties or anything she considered disrespectful to her house or to Hogwarts. Order and structure are nearly sacred to her. If you broke rules, you lost points. No exceptions. This led to more than a few angry encounters with her housemates. And did I mention that she has a near-pathological response to UCPB privilege?

STUDENTS: Welcome to Astronomy class! You are here to learn. If you think it's time for a nap or an easy course, you are about to be sorely disappointed. Themis takes teaching and her role as an educator very seriously. She believes learning is fun and expects her students to engage appropriately. She expects active engagement and critical thinking. She is difficult to impress and has very high standards for her classroom. Foolishness will not be tolerated, and rules will be followed. The exception is curfew after her class. For very good reasons only™, she would allow late-night study sessions in the Tower. She does have a soft spot for her fellow night owls. She isn't heartless, though. Themis keeps a close watch on school gossip and prides herself on always knowing what is happening around the school. She will gladly hear out a student in need and would freely take on students for additional study.

PROFESSIONAL CONNECTIONS: Themis began working as a professional astronomer with her uncle straight after Hogwarts. She is published in her field and loved her work. She traveled extensively to do research abroad between 1877-1881, both in America and in Europe. She started teaching at Hogwarts in the fall of 1888. To other professors, Themis is amiable until faced with irrational decisions. She will (and does) vocally challenge policies she thinks are unfair or irrational. Themis is a staunch feminist and anti-blood purist. She sees supporting her younger colleagues as a duty and will be the first person to speak up to defend others when needed.

HURLS: "Romance is a fool's errand meant to trap women in a state where they believe their worth is dependent on man's protection," says Themis. I don't see flowers and heart candies in her future by any means. Themis was relieved to be widowed and staunchly refuses to even consider remarrying. That doesn't mean she is completely averse to connection. Themis is conventionally attractive and aware of the fact. She finds this more amusing than anything. Would she ever take a lover? Possibly. Would they be male? I have no idea. Themis is equally drawn to men and women, but she has never explored or given much thought to her sexual orientation. She is not above sexual attraction; it's just an unknown variable she sees little reason to solve.

Themis has begun an affair with fellow professor Samuel Griffith. This affair is dramatically complicated by their relationship originating in dangerous magic and Themis falling in love with him. I did not see this coming.

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Posted by: Alvin Bixby
August 1, 2024 – 11:13 PM
Forum: 1894
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July 14th, 1894 - Hogsmeade Ballroom

Alvin still felt a little silly strolling up to the town ballroom, but with both Sloane and Harry in tow, he felt a little less ridiculous. He hadn't any idea what he was doing, Miss Thompsett had invited him, but he hadn't told his siblings this was the reason. He didn't need Sloane giving him weird looks when he didn't even know what he was doing. All he really knew was that he enjoyed spending time with Miss Thompsett, so that had to be as good of an excuse as any. After everything that had happened between them, he was still filtering through his feelings on the matter, but he also knew he was lacking in a lot of respects, so was trying to temper any expectations he might be harboring.

Both Sloane and Harry dispersed upon arrival, finding their own friends and so Alvin set about wandering the room at large, keeping an eye on Sloane out of the corner of his eye. She had been uncharacteristically agreeable in coming, but she seemed to jump at any chance to get out of the house these days, which, he couldn't exactly blame her. He was on the rope for making sure she was well-supervised however, and so he kept her in his peripheral vision at all times. Fortunately, she seemed to actively enjoy these sorts of things as of late, and her behavior reflected that.

He happened to find Miss Thompsett shortly after arrival, mostly but accident. A couple of dances had gone by in the short time since arrival and though Alvin knew he should probably participate as expected, but still hovered around the edges regardless. He waited by the refreshments as the current dance wrapped up and hoped to catch Miss Thompsett's eye; otherwise he'd feel absolutely foolish for coming tonight.


Sisse Thompsett

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Posted by: Alastair Rosier
August 1, 2024 – 7:05 PM
Forum: Accepted
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In-Character

Full Name: Alastair Claudas Rosier

Nicknames: Al, the Viper (boxing alias)

Birthdate: 30.07.1853

Current Age: 41 Years

Gender: male

Occupation: professional scoundrel, gentleman

Reputation: 8; so far, his efforts to protect his reputation and keep a low profile have succeeded. There are some rumours though, that strange things happen at his exclusive gentlemans club in London, the Blackadder. 

Residence: London

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Wand: Aspen, 12”, dragonheart string

Blood Status: Pureblood

Social Class: Upperclass

Family:

The righteous House of Rosier

The Rosiers belong to the sacred 28 pureblood families written about in leather-bound genealogy books. They are ancient, distinguished by the purity of their blood and protected by their ironclad traditions.
These are not the cozy, merry sort of traditions. It is known that the Rosiers' long history is afflicted by death, calamity, cruelty, and madness.
There are magically enforced stipulations regarding inheritance that make sure that younger sons lack support and perspective in life. All family resources are kept for the eligible heir, resulting in a sad tradition of fratricide.
Whom the Rosiers are allowed to officially procreate with is strictly regulated and, as is the case with most pureblood lines, they are fairly inbred.
The family takes their heritage very seriously and their numerous offspring are always in dire need of pureblood matches.
The classical Rosier look includes fair skin and exaggerated facial features.

Known issues: blindness, deafness, mental illness, infertility, albinism.

The old guard (and Beatrice)

The patriarch - Bartholomew Horatio Rosier (*1813)

The first wife - Araminta Celestia Rosier née Bulstrode (1835 - 1878)

The second wife - Beatrice Rosier née Veradame (*1860)

The current generation

Born to Araminta Rosier —

The heir - Alastair Claudas Rosier *1853

The spare - Lysander Octavius Rosier *1856

The fool - Zephyrus Oberon Rosier *1859

The spinster - Cordelia Iris Rosier *1964

The darling - Lucretia Morgana Rosier *1870

The forgotten - Calliope Andromeda Rosier *1877

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born to Beatrice Rosier —

The unexpected - Altair Scorpius Rosier *1880

The fledgeling - Iphigenia Rosemary Rosier *1883

The new crop:

Born to Alastair Rosier —- Dorcas Rosier née Travers (1854 - 1887):

Araminta Lucretia Rosier (*1878)

Cressida Iris Rosier (*1880)

Family secrets:
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Appearance:

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Physical features:
Alastair is a man built around a powerful internal engine. His body is strong with a broad and blunt bone structure. It is healthy and sturdy and exudes power.
Standing a little over six feet tall with jet-black hair, an aquiline nose, a narrow mouth and cold eyes, nothing about Alastair communicates softness or a yielding temperament.

Were it not for his icy-clear and contrasted coloring—black hair, fair skin, blue eyes—he might look brutish instead of aristocratic. As it is, he is a mix of both. And what you see is what you get.

Decades of boxing, sporting and hunting built him up into a very athletic man.
He is right handed and dresses conservatively, almost always in black.

Height: 6'2
Faceclaim: Richard Armitage



History:


The Rosier Chronicles

1853 - Alastair is born
Alastair is born healthy and lively. He is a great success for Araminta, who scored on her first attempt: male, looking like his father, seemingly neurotypical.
House Rosier has its heir. A grand ball is held in London to celebrate Alastairs arrival.

1856 - Lysander is born
The pair welcomes their second son Lysander. He’s underweight and scrawny, but all else seems well and it does not matter anyway; Alastair is a healthy and plump toddler now, terrorizing the house with his tantrums and already using magic to get his way.
Lysander is not as robust and much quieter than his brother. For the rest of his life, his superior intellect, great magical abilities and kind disposition will be overlooked by his family.

1859 - Zephyrus is born
A third son joins the family. It is a fine and handsome boy but his father dislikes him for having the audacity of looking not much like himself.  His mother would much rather like to have a girl instead of a third son. Who needs a third son, anyways?
He turns out to be passionate and flamboyant kind of character and is assigned the role of family scape goat.

1864 - Alastair joins Hogwarts - Cordelia is born
Shortly after turning 11, Alastair takes off for Hogwarts. The talking hat sorts him into Slytherin, as is tradition.
The first girl joins the family, headstrong, morose Cordelia.

1868 - the Valor society
In his fourth year, Alastair gets together with his friends in Slytherin and comes up with a student club all about boxing, fighting and duelling. They call it the Valor society.
It starts out as harmless roughhousing among boys and quickly takes a turn. More pupils join and they start holding secret “fight nights” in the dungeon. Within the group, cruel hazing and weird rituals emerge. Alastair, who learned these types of group control tactics in his home environment, is often the instigator.

1870 - the Travers incident - Lucretia is born
In his sixth year, infighting breaks out between the members of the Valor society. In a duell between Alastair and Nicodemus Travers, the Travers boy gets gravely injured and has to leave Hogwarts. He never regains full physcial capacity.
The Travers are a pureblooded family and their patriarchs know each other well.
They deal with the matter behind closed doors. A large sum changes hands and Alastair is betrothed to Dorcas Travers  (*1854).
Alastair avoids expulsion but the Valor society is disbanded by the principal.

In the same year, Lucretia is born. She grows up to be the golden girl of the family.

1871 - Alastair graduates Hogwarts - engagment to Dorcas Travers
Alastair get’s middling NEWT-results and graduates Hogwarts.
His parents promptly call him back to London to make good on their promise to the Travers. He meets Dorcas, who did not attend Hogwarts and was homeschooled, and immediately dislikes her.
She is pretty but mentally very unwell.
Nontheless, they get engaged.

1872 - Alastair and Dorcas marry 
The two teenagers marry in a rushed ceremony. Alastair is unhappy but puts up with it. They do not consumate and at the first opportunity he goes away to his uncle to learn about running a business. Dorcas stays at Rosier Manor in Scotland. 

1872 - 1876 - building a double life 
Busy avoiding his wife, Alastair spends his time in London aimlessly. He visits boxing rings in disguise and participates in illegal fighting, animal baiting, poaching, and dueling. He sows his wild oats indiscriminately but is smart enough to keep a low profile. His dominating father allows him no say in family affairs, but his uncle Aldred buys him a derelict gentleman's club to turn profitable.
He revives the Valor society, and their former members invest generously. “The Blackadder,” located in the hidden magical enclave on Doubt Street, becomes THE secret address for young upperclassmen who are up to no good.
The Blackadder, of course, offers facilities and instruction for boxing, fencing, and dueling. The members take regular hunting trips both in Great Britain and overseas.

1877 - Calliope is born - Araminta dies 
The third Rosier girl is born, and Araminta dies shortly after, exhausted from a stressful life of catering to her narcissistic husband and six children.
Little Calliope is handed over to Dorcas and Rosier senior makes up his mind to remarry.
Bartholomew Rosier is shaken by this death and worries about the future. His heir is refusing to bed his wife, his spare is too mellow and shy for leadership and his third seems too queer to be good for anything. Something has to be done!

He calls on Alastair, accuses him of impotence and threatens to disown him.
Alastair, deeply insulted, takes his wife away from the family manor. To everyones surprise, something like mutual regard blossoms. They are not teenagers anymore, after all. 

1778 - Araminta the 2nd is born
At last, after six years of estrangement, Alastair and Dorcas welcome their first child, a frail girl named Araminta after her late grandmother.

1879 - Rosier senior remarries
The old Mr. Rosier remarries a pretty pureblooded debutante 40 years his junior, Beatrice Veradame. She is a veritable juwel on his arm, meant to represent his enduring power and virility.
His actual virility, however, is questionable.

1880 - Altair and Cressida are born. 
To everyones surprise, Beatrice soon gives birth to a healthy blonde boy named Altair.
A month later, Dorcas gives birth to little Cressida, second daugther of Alastair. This is regarded as a failure for Dorcas due to the child not being male.
Rosier senior rejoices in his own superiority over his son and continued ability to produce male offspring. But at the same time, Altair is (supposedly) not the heir the family needs, just another wayward son who will have very scarce resources to support himself.

1883 - Iphigenia is born to Beatrice Rosier née Veradame.  This is almost as surprising as Altairs birth. Rosier Senior turns 70 this year.

1885 - Dorcas Rosier née Travers declines rapidly due to mental health concerns. 

1887 - Dorcas dies under unclear circumstances at the Rosiers manor in Scotland.
Alastair is ordered by his father to remarry immediately but drags his feet about it. Pushing 40, he is very sick of being ordered around. He makes good money from the criminal empire he bas built in secrecy and is not as dependent on his father anymore. 
He is involved in illegal fighting rings, betting and trading of illegal wildlife and artifacts. He’s sort of white collar wizard crime lord.

1892 - Zephyrs banishment 
Alastair banishes his younger brother from the family, almost killing him in the ensuing fight. Refer to section family secrets.

1894 - arriving in the now
By now Alastair resignes to the fact that he does need an heir soon to be eligible to inherit the estate. Worringly, if Rosier senior dies, the only son with an actual male heir is Zephyrus - he has Altair. There is a slim chance he could ursurp his eldest brother and take everything.
Alastair resolves to find a wife. He has his sights set on Ginevra Blackwood.

 

Personality:

A design of competition
Alastair is all about competing with himself, with others, and others competing with him. He is always keeping score and comparing, and he influences his environment to do likewise. He wants to be first and wants to be the best.

A design of instincts
His body produces powerful impulses to act at the right time. It's like an inner voice that speaks only once and then quiets. It says: "Do this, now." This trait is all about timing and survival, and he has learned not to rationalize his instincts. They are what make him such a vicious, dangerous fighter in the ring. He can not explain it. He just knows. When he hears the voice, the world is his for taking.

A design of unpredictability
Alastair is primed to thrive under pressure because he is himself a pressurized, unpredictable personality. He swiftly moves from rigid order to chaos and back to order. There is an undercurrent of melancholy when life is in order. Maybe about a lack of excitement. Or about not knowing what to fight for.

A design of doubt
He has a rational, distrustful mind that asks endlessly: what if?
Alastair views the world within preconceived mental concepts and comes to conclusions on that basis, which are not necessarily true. His way of thinking is set and inflexible.


Other: The Rosiers will be plottable/adoptable! Tbc

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Name: Lou

Age: 26

Contact: Discord, PM

Other Characters: Samuel Griffith, Victor Frey, Elfrieda Yaxley

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Posted by: Samuel Griffith
August 1, 2024 – 1:15 PM
Forum: 1894
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August 1st, 1894 — Alchemy classroom
The Alchemy classroom and the office of the Professor of Alchemy, currently Professor Samuel Griffith, were located on the fifth floor of the castle's side wing. It was a medium-sized hexagonal room with large windows adorned with stained glass mosaics depicting stars, elements, and the order of the material plane, as envisioned by the old masters centuries ago.

Griffith was in the adjoining office. He was a tall, sophisticated, sharp sort of man. It was hard to imagine anyone ever daring to cross into the closed-off sphere that seemed to surround him and, say, put an arm around his shoulders in a friendly gesture. Unless, maybe, when he smiled.

While this room was darker and simpler, he preferred it to the classroom. It had two big windows free of any adornments, from which he had a clear view on the astronomy tower and the dark canopy of the forbidden forest.
The drawings, charcoal sketches, and framed pages from alchemical codices on the walls had little to do with the old masters. They reflected the notions, accomplishments, and opinions of Professor Griffith, who was more of a radical modernist in his subject than his classic taste in interior decor let on.
He had erected a gallery with bookcases around half the length of the room, accessible by a ladder. The rest of the space was half-finished. Stacked cases held the most valuable of his materials: ores, metals, woods, magical creature parts, bones, vials with blood, and complex silvery instruments.

Right now, Griffith stood over a large stone table in the middle of the room. He had just finished engraving a very complex transmutation circle, which was to be a permanent fixture, and he revisited every detail, comparing it to the sketch he had made on paper beforehand.

Close to him waited his favorite Homunculus to assist him. It was the only one of his creations he took with him to Hogwarts. It was a slender, humanoid creature made from smooth candlewax that resembled white marble. Half the size of a man, its facial features were not fully formed, merely suggested. Nonetheless, when Griffith looked at its countenance in the changing light of the summer day, it hinted at something like emotion. Sometimes, he almost felt paternal towards it.

The sounds of footsteps distracted Professor Griffith from his work.
He turned towards the door to see who was coming to visit him on this quiet day, when the castle grounds lay as abandoned as they only were in the height of summer.

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Posted by: Benedict Hunter
August 1, 2024 – 10:56 AM
Forum: 1894
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August 1st, 1894 - Hunter's Pets

Cookie prophecy - Financial prosperity is coming your way!


It was a warm August afternoon and Benedict had been working the day in his family pet shop. He had had to convince the old man to take the day off and let him keep the shift once they realised how quiet this week seemed to be, everyone was likely enjoying the lake and the park in the summer heat, but Ben still wanted the coin that the shift would bring so he could enjoy spending time with his friends before school returned.

He was warm as he stacked boxes of dried food on the shelf, he had unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to keep cool. He briefly caught his reflection on the inside of the shop window and grinned to himself. Tori had already teased him about his vanity as she left to promenade this morning, but at least he liked what he saw in his reflection and his mother always insisted that self confidence was a good trait in a man.

The teenager had just finished placing the last heavy box on the shelf when the chimes above the door signalled a customer entering. Benedict wiped his hands in his trousers, ready to greet them.


Millie Potts

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Posted by: Charley Goode
August 1, 2024 – 6:36 AM
Forum: 1894
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12 Aug, '94 — A Cabin on the Frey Estate, Norfolk
Charley must have coughed out half her lungs on the dingy floor, still sprawled out from where she'd landed. Picking herself up took some effort, she discovered new sore spots with every motion as her eyes checked that all her body parts were still attached. It wasn't easy to tell with her clothes coated in the same dirt and dust layer that coated the floor, only disturbed in a very urchin-shaped pattern where she had lain. With a few shakes of her limbs, and wiggles of her fingers and toes, the urchin found herself more or less in one piece.

Which was a fair start when finding herself nowhere close to where she thought she'd be.

"'lo?" she tried, asking the question to the long shadows of the room. Turning to the light streaming through crusty windows was almost painful by contrast, making her squint to see through them. Charley definitely wasn't close to meant to end up. The trees loomed menacingly until she could track their long, spindly branches by the shadows they cast inside, and through the sheer silence of the space she could clearly make out birdsong. It struck her so suddenly that she made a face, scrunching her nose so much that her freckles started to join together.

Charley finished brushing herself off the best she could, and retrieved her cap from where it had tumbled away. The dirt didn't bother her so much, hair could be fixed and clothes washed, but anyone could have come across her while she was sprawled out. The urchin scratched her head before she put her cap back on, puzzling out how she'd managed to get here of all places. Wherever here was.

"I en't breakin' in, I swear it," she called out again to the bleak corners of the room, holding out her palms to make intent clear to anyone watching. Charley was more afraid that those shadows were real claws trying to snatch her, but that was a silly notion. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs cluttering it up. "I was jes tryna get to—"

The urchin blinked a few times, the lines of her frown pulling deeper. Now she didn't even remember what she'd said when tossing the floo powder into the fireplace a minute ago. She couldn't have hit her head that hard.


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Posted by: Angeline Malfoy
July 31, 2024 – 9:40 PM
Forum: 1894
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Accept the next proposition you hear.

31st July, 1894, before the ball — Black and White Ball, Malfoy London Residence
On her elegantly appointed bed Angel was lounging, somewhat less than elegantly, on her back with her head dangling over the edge of the bed, looking at her sister upside down and trying to decide whether Estelle looked like an angel or a corpse in her pearlescent dress. This was the curse of their complexion - though not, of course, of Torie's - that they were to forever looked washed out and ghostly, and by dressing them in white she suspected her mother was making them look less like prospective brides than porcelain dolls that were never to be touched by human hand.

"I hate this," she muttered pointlessly. She hated just about everything to do with society these days. She had tried her best to be a perfect Pendergast Rose, then a charming, assured lady ready to be wed, and now she was rapidly becoming lichen that would soon be scraped away and thrown back to the sea while everyone went on without her.

"And that dress doesn't suit you."

None of this was fair.

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Posted by: Anne Moony
July 31, 2024 – 9:04 PM
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June 3, 1894
Dear Violet,

I regret to inform you. My parents are ridiculous and said I can't go to France. I don't know why they are so bleeding silly, but I guess I'm in Hogsmeade for the summer.

Do you get to visit or do you have to spend the whole summer in France? I guess that wouldn't be so bad for you. Have you started your summer reading yet? I know we have OWLs this year, but did every professor have to assign a mountain of reading?

Anne

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