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November 19th, 1888 - MoM
Maeve Connolly
Maeve Connolly
It wasn't often that his mother needed his expertise on matters for work, they hardly overlapped, plants and creatures, but Mason supposed that once in a while it was nice to get out and do something related to his field that wasn't teaching. Plus he never approached the Headmaster for a leave without a legitimate excuse. Consulting on a ministry matter was probably a good enough reason. Probably.
Apparently there was a local florist, one Mason thought he might be familiar with, that wanted to crossbreed plants and animals? That was new and Mason thought, rather unorthodox if he were being honest. He'd been called to give a professional opinion on the matter, if you was even possible and how the ministry should facilitate the process. It had been interesting, to say the least, though he wasn't entirely sure of the prospects, he'd given his best professional opinion on the matter and he had spare time before heading back to the school.
On his way out of the ministry, Mason thought about stopping by Quin's for a snack or two, or even to see if his friend would take some time to grab some dinner, but he was stopped in his tracks after catching sight of a familiar head of red hair. Poor Miss Connolly seemed to be going through the ringer lately and being married to Barney couldn't have made it any easier. He thought he might not bother her, but as he looked up again, his eyes caught hers, so he passed her a sheepish smile. "Miss Connolly, a pleasure to see you again." He greeted as she shifted the book and papers in his arms from one to the other, leaving room for him to scratch the back of his head idly, a quirk when he didn't know what else to do with his hands.
Apparently there was a local florist, one Mason thought he might be familiar with, that wanted to crossbreed plants and animals? That was new and Mason thought, rather unorthodox if he were being honest. He'd been called to give a professional opinion on the matter, if you was even possible and how the ministry should facilitate the process. It had been interesting, to say the least, though he wasn't entirely sure of the prospects, he'd given his best professional opinion on the matter and he had spare time before heading back to the school.
On his way out of the ministry, Mason thought about stopping by Quin's for a snack or two, or even to see if his friend would take some time to grab some dinner, but he was stopped in his tracks after catching sight of a familiar head of red hair. Poor Miss Connolly seemed to be going through the ringer lately and being married to Barney couldn't have made it any easier. He thought he might not bother her, but as he looked up again, his eyes caught hers, so he passed her a sheepish smile. "Miss Connolly, a pleasure to see you again." He greeted as she shifted the book and papers in his arms from one to the other, leaving room for him to scratch the back of his head idly, a quirk when he didn't know what else to do with his hands.
— The —
Daily Prophet
Daily Prophet
Price One Knut
November 22nd, 1888
Mystery Cupid Still at Large
No news bad news for those impacted by enchanted love letters
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement confirms that it has no leads into who was behind the rash of amortentia-dosed love letters sent out in September. The large-scale enchantment prompted numerous hasty marriages, and the reverberations of the associated scandals can still be felt in the magical community at large.
“We are doing all in our power to see that the culprit is brought to justice,” said auror Maeve Skeeter. Mrs. Skeeter’s own marriage was brought about by the matchmaker, and sources report it is not a happy one. “Without information from the public and without an excellent break, however, it looks less and less likely that we will find success.”
Mrs. Skeeter was the first to file an official complaint on the matter, and has been on the case ever since.
“Love potions are a tricky business,” explained solicitor John Smith. “At their core, they are decidedly immoral and fall into a legal grey area. The Ministry’s Department of Magical Records was good to offer the opportunity for annulments, though without an explicit culprit, it is difficult to establish wrong-doing.”
Anyone with insight into the matter is urged to contact the Auror Office.
“We are doing all in our power to see that the culprit is brought to justice,” said auror Maeve Skeeter. Mrs. Skeeter’s own marriage was brought about by the matchmaker, and sources report it is not a happy one. “Without information from the public and without an excellent break, however, it looks less and less likely that we will find success.”
Mrs. Skeeter was the first to file an official complaint on the matter, and has been on the case ever since.
“Love potions are a tricky business,” explained solicitor John Smith. “At their core, they are decidedly immoral and fall into a legal grey area. The Ministry’s Department of Magical Records was good to offer the opportunity for annulments, though without an explicit culprit, it is difficult to establish wrong-doing.”
Anyone with insight into the matter is urged to contact the Auror Office.
Archie Skeeter
September 30th, 1888 - The Augurey Beak Cafe
This letter nonsense really had everyone all over the place. Kieran, as someone who wrote stories and so did not appear in them, was finding this all very amusing. (He probably would find it significantly less amusing if Jude got one.) As someone who was not a social and gossip reporter, he found it even more amusing, because it meant that his workload was significantly lessened as they scrambled around trying to learn things in time for copy. Hilarious.
He was reading the day's Witch Weekly, which he had actually purchased that morning, and drinking whiskey while seated at the bar. This was all to say that Kieran was in his happy place. The other good thing was, given that it was a Sunday, the bar wasn't even crowded. He couldn't have made this better if he tried. A former candidate for Minister married a female auror, the head auror had married that girl he kept cavorting around with, and he could not wait to see who else had been made a fool of. This prankster was, possibly, Kieran's new favorite person. He probably would have felt actual sympathy if the prank had impacted anyone who felt real to him. While Key ran into aurors when he was on work assignments, that did not mean that reporter-auror interactions were ever anything that even approached human. And besides that, the concept of a debutante was so far removed from his existence that he could not even picture the new Mrs. Umbridge as a real person.
Apparently the universe was conspiring to make this better for him, because who spilled through the doors of the Augurey but Eileen's friend Tala. Kieran's face lit up with mischief as soon as he saw her come through the doors; he straightened in his seat. His eyebrows shot up. He couldn't help but grin. Because in addition to being Eileen's friend, Tala had deployed quite the display with Asha the other day, or so Kieran was told. (That he had missed this was a tragedy. He had nearly fallen off of his barstool when told about it.)
Tala looked rather harried, but Kieran decided not to put too much mind to that. They weren't close enough friends for him to be that concerned about it, and the opportunity to poke fun outweighed any arguments in favor of being concerned for a friendly acquaintance. Maybe one of her plants was ill. That seemed like something that would happen to a herbologist.
"Are you looking for Mr. Bilton?" he asked. Key did not even bother to keep the snark out of his tone. Tala had lost her ability to avoid snark with her public display of affection; if Asha had been with her, Kieran would have been even more obnoxious. "Or our dear Eileen?"
Either, Kieran figured, were equally likely. Unfortunately for Tala, Eileen was stuck at work, and Asha was nowhere to be found. And so she was stuck with Kieran. He did not anticipate that she would decide to stick around for very long.
He was reading the day's Witch Weekly, which he had actually purchased that morning, and drinking whiskey while seated at the bar. This was all to say that Kieran was in his happy place. The other good thing was, given that it was a Sunday, the bar wasn't even crowded. He couldn't have made this better if he tried. A former candidate for Minister married a female auror, the head auror had married that girl he kept cavorting around with, and he could not wait to see who else had been made a fool of. This prankster was, possibly, Kieran's new favorite person. He probably would have felt actual sympathy if the prank had impacted anyone who felt real to him. While Key ran into aurors when he was on work assignments, that did not mean that reporter-auror interactions were ever anything that even approached human. And besides that, the concept of a debutante was so far removed from his existence that he could not even picture the new Mrs. Umbridge as a real person.
Apparently the universe was conspiring to make this better for him, because who spilled through the doors of the Augurey but Eileen's friend Tala. Kieran's face lit up with mischief as soon as he saw her come through the doors; he straightened in his seat. His eyebrows shot up. He couldn't help but grin. Because in addition to being Eileen's friend, Tala had deployed quite the display with Asha the other day, or so Kieran was told. (That he had missed this was a tragedy. He had nearly fallen off of his barstool when told about it.)
Tala looked rather harried, but Kieran decided not to put too much mind to that. They weren't close enough friends for him to be that concerned about it, and the opportunity to poke fun outweighed any arguments in favor of being concerned for a friendly acquaintance. Maybe one of her plants was ill. That seemed like something that would happen to a herbologist.
"Are you looking for Mr. Bilton?" he asked. Key did not even bother to keep the snark out of his tone. Tala had lost her ability to avoid snark with her public display of affection; if Asha had been with her, Kieran would have been even more obnoxious. "Or our dear Eileen?"
Either, Kieran figured, were equally likely. Unfortunately for Tala, Eileen was stuck at work, and Asha was nowhere to be found. And so she was stuck with Kieran. He did not anticipate that she would decide to stick around for very long.
November 14th, 1888 — Fisk Family Home, Bartonburg
The Fisk home had always been a sanctuary, a safe home of sorts. It protected her from the orphanage those many summers between school years, and in recent years had always provided a hot meal when food was scarce. She would've never imagined that the day would come when she felt fear—pure, paralyzing terror—upon walking up the steps to the front door. She soon grew grateful for the fear, as it was the only thing stopping her from bursting into tears on the trek to the parlor. She would wait for Zelda—but she had little idea what would come next.Seconds, minutes, and half an hour passed in solitude, the only soul in sight being the maid who peeked in to ask her if she needed something to drink. Every time was a shake of her head—or a forced "no thank you", if she could manage—and it soon became apparent that Zelda would be returning home late.
It was then that the tears begin to flow, her body slouching forward until her face fell into her open palms. Should she go home? Seek out Mrs. Fisk? Nemo? There wasn't really anyone apart from Zelda she felt she could trust, especially after she'd admitted to kissing a man she liked...
Her sobs grew louder, but she quickly stopped, her gaze flickering towards the door, as footsteps approached.
October 1st, 1888 — Pennyworth Boarding House
There were few things worse than a love potion, and one of them was losing her virtue to a love potion. She'd realized the seriousness of her actions even while under its effects; her lover had abandoned her before she could find out where he lived, leaving her a heartbroken—and deflowered—mess.
However, it was two morning afterward that the despair over a lost lover was replaced by the despair of a lost virtue. The longing transformed into repulsion, and the panic set in. She remembered every minute, every hour, that had taken place over her three-day high, but could not for the life of her remember why she made such brash, impulsive, irresponsible decisions! After minutes of deep breathing exercises, Dionisia concluded the only fortunate element in this piss poor situation was that there was no one to be disappointed in her. There was no family to scandalize, and few friends to embarrass. And if circumstances forced her to make sudden changes, well...
She was a muggleborn. She could survive in the muggle world as a muggle, and \with a few month's training she could serve as a muggle nurse. She would start saving, just in case, and then—
"Well, hopefully it won't come to that," she murmured, clutching the pink envelope in her hand.
21st December, 1888 — Crouch's Office
Aldous Crouch
Aldous Crouch
Between the extraordinary summer they’d lived through and the contradictory, confusing reports of those who had gone on the expedition to Irvingly during the fog, Lena couldn’t imagine there was a single person in her department that was not itching to be the first to explain everything that had happened satisfactorily. Not one of the adventurers were able to say where they had been for a full month and neither could any of them account for more than a few hours of the trip after they had disembarked from the train. Even the small number that had seen it through to the very end could offer little more than a maze-like pyramid interior where the casino ought to have been but they only accounted for a few hours more at most.
It wasn’t enough to explain the rest away. It was all very well to say that this nameless Egyptian witch had manipulated time but based on every principle of magic Lena understood that was simply impossible. No one ought to be able to harness time like that.
The changing décor of the casino building was a puzzle in and of itself, but Lena’s interests lay firmly in the realm of time and, though she could hardly discuss it with anybody outside the department, she had spent almost every day since the middle of September in the Time Room. Nobody had stopped her. It was rare that any member of her department asked what any of their colleagues were doing – they were far too busy with their own affairs to wonder at anybody else’s. She suspected even Mulciber’s occasional checking in was only because it was absolutely necessary rather than him feeling especially comfortable with supervising any of them.
Marlena slipped past the man himself as she strode into the rotating room and from there into the corridors. She’d had a notion on her mind for some time now and she had finally managed to organise a meeting with the man she needed, but she was yet to decide how to broach the subject without giving too much away.
Mr Crouch was far from an idiot. He did have a secretary that was eying her suspiciously but that was hardly an indicator of his intellect or character so Lena ignored the girl and waited to be summoned. When she was she was still none the wiser as to how to do this subtly.
“Thank you for seeing me, Mr Crouch. I was wondering if you’ve had any contact with the Egyptian Ministry of late?”
Subtlety was vastly overrated.
November 23rd, 1888 — Abercrombie House, London
A part of her had been afraid—terrified, in fact—that she would not make it to this point. While the first two had come with ease, Evelyn’s third attempt had ended in tragedy. But no, this effort had borne fruit, and Evelyn was practically glowing as she beamed down at the newborn in her arms. Exhausted and filled with maternal devotion, the witch all but forgot about her elder children, for this baby girl was most certainly the finest thing she had ever accomplished.
The door creaked open softly to admit her husband.
“Come, she said serenely, “meet Araminta.”
Win a Date With Eugene Scamander
Guys my Eugene muse was in high gear seeing "his boys" in this movie. Also it's been brought to my attention (thanks for the panic Bree! :P) that Theseus Scamander is supposedly 8 years older than Newt... which makes him born in 1889. I'm already technically late, so unless we doorstep baby him, he'll be off a little. If I were more on the ball this would legit be a WW contest.GUESS WHO NEEDS TO GET ON THIS FOR ANY KIND OF CANON CORRELATION? That's right this girl.
It's also been brought to my attention that the Scamander boys are nowhere positively labeled as pureblood, so this opens up a lot of doors!
Eugene is:
- 26
- pureblood
- Beast Division employee
- the heir to his upper MC family (so can techinically support a wife)
- goofy af, probably not ready for marriage, but charismatic and not a total asshole. He has an auburn niffler named Ginger, a horde of opinionated sisters and an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
What he needs in a possible wife:
- 18-25 (and/or out of Hogwarts)
- AB
- probably mc, but not super suck on it
- It's a short list of things really XD In HP canon she breeds hippogriffs, but this can be something she picks up after marriage, though it would make it easier if she already enjoyed animals XD
HOW IT HAPPENS: I would prefer not to force anything and do things more organically. Additionally I would like to do more than straight up meet-and-greets, so toss me your best candidates and some fun scenarios! I will probably start with one per player rn so I don't overload myself, but if it flops and we try again with somebody else, that's cool!
HIT ME.
Posted in the Gryffindor Common Room
Christmas is Coming!
All Gryffindors with interest in participating in a Christmas secret swap this year are asked to please meet in the common room after dinner on Sunday, November 25th to draw names and set the rules.
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