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Open Stamp Me

Posted by: Cadogan Glynn
July 29, 2024 – 10:13 PM
Forum: Stamp Station
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Drabbler for Camp Charming

While I'm here, I also have

Newsworthy with Leo:
New Minister, Barely
Second debate tonight
Candidate review
election called
intent to run

Meet 25 with Gus:
1 Basil
2 Mason
3 Winnie
4 Poppy
5 Dot
6 Atticus
7 Caspian
8 Vince
9 Sophia
10 Eugene
11 Quincy
12 Endymion
13 Steliana
14 Felix
15 Callum
16 Cassian
17 meta
18 Diana
19 Dory
20 Morgan
21 charley
22 irene
23 melody
24 max
25 christabel

Boys of Summer w/ Gus
Endy in June
Atticus in June
Jaques in July
Basil in July
Callum in August

And girls of summer, also w/Gus
christabel
charley
soph
caroline
steliana

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Open In Search of a Governess

Posted by: Nephele Lestrange
July 29, 2024 – 8:04 PM
Forum: Post
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Published in the MAgical version of the Lady

Mrs. Nephele Lestrange, seeks a dedicated and compassionate Governess for her two young daughters. The position is based in a well-established and respected household within the magical community.

Qualifications:
  • Previous experience as a Governess or in a similar educational role.
  • Proficient in a wide range of magical subjects and Muggle studies.
  • Exceptional organizational skills and a gentle yet firm demeanor.
  • Ability to manage and inspire young minds with creativity and patience.
  • Discretion and respect for family privacy are paramount.

Responsibilities:
  • Oversee daily educational activities, including magical and non-magical lessons.
  • Encourage intellectual and social development.
  • Instill proper etiquette and uphold the family's traditions.
  • Provide emotional support and stability during this difficult period.
  • Maintain a nurturing and structured environment.

This is a live-in position offering competitive compensation and accommodations. Candidates must be prepared to integrate seamlessly into the household and commit to the wellbeing and development of the children. The family splits its time between London, Hogsmeade and the country.

Interested applicants should submit a detailed resume, including references and previous experience, to Mrs. Nephele Lestrange, London.

Applications will be reviewed promptly, and interviews will be arranged for suitable candidates.

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Private woe unto you;;

Posted by: Vincent Iago
July 29, 2024 – 3:28 PM
Forum: Post
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Summer, 1894

Lissington,

How dare you not include require my presence at your upcoming nuptials? I had to find out second-hand that you've even been married at all and I must say-- I am insulted.

I know I haven't been the best acquaintance, in fact rather needy this past year for a friend, (and throughout all of which I am still tremendously grateful) -- but good God man... does it count for nothing?

Anyhow, I shall hold any further reclamation in exchange for my condolences. Woe unto you, having master and beast in due course. I do not envy the day I am to join you in rotten pastures, and neither will I offend either of us any further by digging into the circumstances necessitating such a union. But, I can say this:

I do hope this woman knows how lucky she is to have you.

I shan't send a gift because I received no invitation.

Happily enough,
V. I.

Gus Lissington

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Private Visiting birds in the garden

Posted by: Violetta DeCroix
July 29, 2024 – 2:34 PM
Forum: 1894
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July 28th, 1894 - DeCroix Townhouse, London
Wearing this

Violetta fanned herself as she walked through the garden of her family home in London, she hummed a French song to herself as she admired several large flowers that had opened themselves to enjoy the sunshine. She herself wore a pretty light pink summer dress what was low on the shoulders to allow her to feel the sun on her skin and hung down to just above her knees. She fiddled with the bow in her chest before turning to walk down the garden.

"bonjour les petits oiseaux." she said sweetly to a pair of birds that were flitting around the cast iron bird feeder that her maman had installed the week before. The little birds seemed to love the nuts and had come visiting every day since.

The rest of the garden was delightfully manicured in the French fashion, Violetta loved it out here, it wasn't Marseille, but when the sun shone she could for a moment forget that she was in this horribly built up city of London. If only it wasn't for the tall walls that ringed the garden, she might even have been able to believe she was in the countryside. As she continued walking towards the iron gate that led out onto the rear access her feet crunched on the ground where the paved path was replaced by gravelled steps and she dropped down onto the lower tier of the garden where there was a little pond and a bench from which she could enjoy it.

Victor Frey

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Open What the Flip?

Posted by: Karina Dolohovna
July 29, 2024 – 12:21 PM
Forum: Post
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My Dearest Sophia,

I can hardly believe what I have just learned! News travels fast in our little world, but this… this has left me utterly bewildered. You are married to Mister Lissington? It feels as if I have awoken from a dream only to find the ground shifting beneath my feet!

You must understand how shocked I am. I had no inkling of such a momentous development in your life. When did this happen? How did you come to make such a decision? I can hardly reconcile this news with the vibrant, passionate woman who guided me through my first steps in ballet and life. Your heart, as fierce and tender as it is, has always been a force of nature; now.... I don't even know what to think.

Please, I beg you to share your thoughts with me. What does this mean for you? For us? I can only imagine how beautiful you must look in this new role, but I worry… Is this truly what you want?

Do not misunderstand me; I wish for your happiness above all else. But I cannot shake the feeling that this news came too swiftly, without warning or reason. You have been my guiding light, and I would be devastated if you were to walk into a future without being certain it is where your heart truly lies.

I await your reply with bated breath. Perhaps we can meet soon? I could use the warmth of your presence, and I’m certain you have so much to say. You are my dearest friend, and I want nothing more than to support you through this time, whatever you decide.

With all my love and concern,

Rina


Sophia Lissington Ida Chang

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Private Rosemary for Remembrance, Pansies for Thoughts

Posted by: Shalott Dempsey
July 29, 2024 – 2:53 AM
Forum: 1894
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July 13, 1894 - Dempsey Estate @ Midsummer Night's Masquerade Ball

Behind the silver lace of Lottie's mask her eyes anxiously scanned the crowd around her, lifting on her toes so she might see over the heads of those nearest her. Her silvery gown trailed after her, as if she were stepping from the water she had once drowned in, the top a velvet blue of medieval design, laced simply. She looked every bit of Ophelia, her long hair loose and waving down her back, flowers woven within the small braids her maid had interspersed. Rosemary for remembrance, pansies for thoughts, fennel for Hamlet, columbines, rue, daises and purple violets.

Never before did Lottie tremble with such anxiety before a ball, never had she cared so much of the design of the evening. Yet every detail had grounded her, kept her tight with anticipation. He had to be here. The words flowed through her mind like the rippling currants of a river, tumbling over and over the pebbles of her worries.

Lottie flowed through the crowd no sign of Hamlet, no mask indicating the doomed prince of Denmark. But there were silver threads that wove between the crowd. Lottie followed them, wondering where they would lead, what enchantment would pull her forth. The crowd seemed nothing more than a river around her, a current, a passing thought her mind did not settle upon. Until at last she found herself by the bowers of roses, nestled amid their sweet smell, a spell of their own capturing her. She was the fairy queen's daughter, elfin and impish. A creature made of magic and myth. Hamlet could find her in this bower, her tower of Shalott, shadowed and hidden beside the River that would lead her to Camelot.

Vincent Iago

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Private Catch Me Outside

Posted by: Anne Moony
July 29, 2024 – 1:44 AM
Forum: 1894
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"Millie, I got another one!" Anne yelled back from the shore, enthusiastically waving her small catch. Anne threw the tiny fish back with a bit more force than necessary, cringing as it flew farther than fish were meant to travel by air. A look of exasperation from the adult nearest her on the bank reminded Anne that fishing was meant to be a quiet pastime. Waving Millie to come join her on the bank, Anne made a face of disgusted glee as she grabbed her next worm.

Anne knew mum might be less than pleased that Anne spent the day participating in a fishing tournament. Very unladylike and all that, but Anne wasn't bothered. Sometimes, her class worked in her favor. As long as she wasn't prissy like Violet's kind, Anne could do much of what she pleased. At least if she could pull it off without needing parental approval. That seemed to be getting more and more scarce. Turning her attention back to the competition at hand, Anne speared her worm and cast her line. "Millie," She called out, "You don't know what you're missing."
Millie Potts

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Open Your Character...at the Olympics

Posted by: Anne Moony
July 28, 2024 – 10:53 PM
Forum: Games
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So every four year, I disappear down a hole called "Olympic Sports." There is no way out for me; I'm good with that. Anyhow, it made me think: what sport would my characters play if they were Olympians?

Anne is very clear about what she would play.

If she was an Olympian, Anne Moony would play...RUGBY!
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What would your character play?

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Open Spill the Tea

Posted by: Ginevra Blackwood
July 28, 2024 – 9:51 PM
Forum: 1894
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July 31st, 1894 — Malfoy Manor

The grand ballroom of Malfoy Manor glimmered with opulence, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed guests mingling beneath their sparkling brilliance. Vera stood near a lavish table adorned with an array of delicate hors d'oeuvres, her flame-red hair cascading down her shoulders like a vibrant waterfall. She wore a striking white gown that accentuated her figure and made her hair appear even more radiant.

As the laughter and chatter of the guests surrounded her, Vera's keen eyes swept over the gathering. The Malfoys were known for their exclusive soirées, and this evening was no exception. Guests from every notable pureblood family were present, engaged in conversations that ranged from mundane pleasantries to the latest gossip sweeping through the wizarding world.

“Did you hear?” Vera leaned in closer to her nearest companion, delicately balancing a glass of sparkling pumpkin juice in one hand. “They say Miss Victoire’s courtship was broken off! Can you believe it?” One of Vera's slender red brows rose, “ What do you think could have caused it?”

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Private no sins as long as there's permission

Posted by: Philip Rowle
July 28, 2024 – 7:49 PM
Forum: 1894
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19th July, 1894 — Rowle Country Weekend, “The Castle”, Scotland
Philip was agitated. He had been agitated since arriving at the Castle – earlier than the other guests, but with no intention of being social with the wider family. He had no real desire to leave their wing of the castle all weekend, though he doubted he would get away with it. But he had no intention of faking a good mood, either, not when he would be forcibly in the vicinity of his ever-recovering father. (And Robin, of course, which never helped his mood.)

He could tell his wife, on the other hand, had been looking forward to this. (She had been as effusive as she ever was about anything, in her cool imperious way.) So he had held off until they had ‘settled’ into their rooms, and she had suggested going down for tea to greet people when he stepped in her way, locked their doors, and pulled her into the bedroom – to put as many rooms as possible between them and any potential intrusions.

“Alexandra,” he said, as he let her go – sharply, and without any trace of sarcasm. This was too serious to be facetious about; perhaps it was too much of a risk, and he would fast regret it. He had been weighing the idea up for a while, and urgent as the matter had grown, he still wasn’t sure that he trusted his wife enough for this – but he also knew he didn’t trust his siblings, so she would have to do. “I need you to do something for me.”
Alexandra Rowle/Rosalie Hunniford

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