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31st May, 1888 — Miriam and Cassie's House
Miriam Trelawney
Miriam Trelawney
It had begun at dawn when, upon waking from a most peculiar dream that evaporated like mist from her mind the moment she woke, but she knew had been unnerving, Cassie had glanced in the mirror and nearly broke her neck looking over her shoulder rapidly for something that simply wasn't there. She had turned back to the mirror, only to see her own tired face looking back and, frowning, moved on.
The thing in the mirror she could ignore, the clump of tea leaves at the bottom of her cup that she looked at habitually and usually gave her a clue as to something mundane that was due to happen to her, made her drop the cup in fright.
"Miriam!" She screamed, running to the kitchen cupboard as she called for her sister again, knowing her son would sleep through anything in his small bed next to hers. "Miriam! Wake up!"
She rummaged through their cupboards, sparse though they were usually there seemed to be a plethora of things blocking her way and she pushed aside a number of things that had no business being there - a few bottles of whiskey probably stolen from Abe, a folded up tablecloth that needed airing after it's long sojourn inside, a few candles, a bottle of rose water and- ah! there!
Cassie pulled out her emergency sage and immediately raced back to the kitchen table, grabbing her wand to light a fire despite the warm weather outdoors. Upstairs she could hear movement and immediately fell to her knees, only just coming short of singeing her hand as she thrust the sage into the flame to let it take then pulled it towards her face, puffing out the flame and blowing the ember steadily, watching the smoke that rose off it with watering, intent eyes.
May 21st, 1888 — Hogsmeade Post Office
Miss Charlotte Potter, Unknown Address the address read. Odira had been studying the outside of the letter for ten minutes now, still uncertain if she would be right to send it. Would Miss Potter think it an imposition? Would Miss Potter prove a danger to the children? Odira supposed she might have known more about vampires before her accident—but surely, if the Ministry of Magic considered beings, they could be trusted?
It was mad of her not to have an owl of her own by now. It was mad of her to be fixating upon that when in her hands rested a piece of parchment that could very well change the direction her future was set to take—not to mention those of Charlotte, Jameson, and Elspeth.
Charlotte, who had been named for the vampire in question.
Resolved, the witch handed over the coin to the man behind the counter, selected a sturdy-looking bird that looked as though it could care for itself, and twined the letter to its ankle. Without further ado, the owl was away, taking with it any chance for her to change her mind.
For now, Odira could do nothing but wait.
May 22nd, 1888
Mr. Keene,
I worry that I have been too hasty in inviting
May 21st, 1888
Miss Potter,
I cannot know if you know me, for I lost myself three years ago and finding myself once more has been a slow process. For my own benefit, then, I think it best that I introduce myself properly. My name is Odira, and I was the woman fortunate enough to marry your dear, kind brother Bennet on the night of the younger Mr. Potter’s death. It seems cruelly unfair that I was so attached to both their passings, and entirely tragic that they should have faded away without knowing that you were alive and well. I know that in my husband’s case, at least, it surely would have given him great comfort.
I write to you with no expectation of reciprocation, but did not feel right withholding invitation to you any longer than I already have. In my own home, I am mother and guardian to your niece Charlotte, a beautiful young girl with chestnut hair and, I am told, her late uncle’s ears. Those same ears can be found on my ward Jameson, your nephew, though his sister Elspeth was, mercifully, spared! These three children are my family, my very heart, but they are your family, too. If you should wish to know them then I would, of course, oblige as long as it is in their best interests to do so.
Please do not hesitate to respond if that is your decision.
Sincerely,
Odira T. Potter
May 17th, 1888 - Magdalena's, Diagon Alley
Felicity had jumped at the chance of dragging her brother along to a bakery grand opening, using the guise of seeing if she could enlist the help of the woman's specialty for the ball she had begun planning. She was ever grateful she'd come when she spotted the pretty and decorative sugar cookies being given out for all to try. She was almost loathe to eat the cookie in her hands, the beautiful colors of the flower decoration on it making it look almost as if it were a real flower in her hands.
She had been grinning down at the cookie with an expression that could only be deemed as pure excitement when she turned rather abruptly to the gentleman beside her she had been certain was her brother. "Aren't these just lovely!" she exclaimed with a wide smile, "I can only imagine what they would look like replicated as cards!" Beaming up at the gentleman, her face fell slightly as her eyes widened when she realized she'd just been exclaiming to a completely stranger.
"Oh my," she quickly said with flushed cheeks as she quickly cast her gaze away from him, "I'm sorry I was sure you were my brother."
She had been grinning down at the cookie with an expression that could only be deemed as pure excitement when she turned rather abruptly to the gentleman beside her she had been certain was her brother. "Aren't these just lovely!" she exclaimed with a wide smile, "I can only imagine what they would look like replicated as cards!" Beaming up at the gentleman, her face fell slightly as her eyes widened when she realized she'd just been exclaiming to a completely stranger.
"Oh my," she quickly said with flushed cheeks as she quickly cast her gaze away from him, "I'm sorry I was sure you were my brother."
May 17th, 1888 - Magdalena's, Diagon Alley
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony
Singing in all that I am
-Mandy Moore
The grand opening of Magdalena's was going off without a hitch despite being shorthanded. Maggie was cautiously optimistic. Plenty of sugar cookies had been given out and there were several items from the shop that had been bought outright. A quick glance around the shop showed many of her displays being empty or close to. She'd have plenty of baking ahead of her to replenish but it was worth it. And along with that, came a broad smile on her face. The majority of those that had come had been kind though there were surely plenty wanting to see just who it was that had married a class up. A rather unknown lady to suddenly become known.
She hadn't minded really, and had actually been enjoying the night. Everything had been worth it to see the fruits of her efforts be so successful. The sound of laughter and music in the street only brightened her smile. It sounded like hope. Hope and dreams, both things she had plenty of and was finally seeing them come true.
She'd been so lost in thought while enjoying the sounds around her she hadn't heard someone speaking to her until they tapped her gently on the arm. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed as she turned her smile to the person, "I must have been lost dreaming away. What can I do for you?" Back to business. Dreams and hope only lasted as long as the customer service remained tiptop.
She hadn't minded really, and had actually been enjoying the night. Everything had been worth it to see the fruits of her efforts be so successful. The sound of laughter and music in the street only brightened her smile. It sounded like hope. Hope and dreams, both things she had plenty of and was finally seeing them come true.
She'd been so lost in thought while enjoying the sounds around her she hadn't heard someone speaking to her until they tapped her gently on the arm. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed as she turned her smile to the person, "I must have been lost dreaming away. What can I do for you?" Back to business. Dreams and hope only lasted as long as the customer service remained tiptop.
— The —
Daily Prophet
Daily Prophet
Price One Knut
May 21st, 1888
A Look At An Alleged Abuser
Argus Scrimgeour: Dark Wizard or Dark Past?
There have been rumors circulating for years about Argus Scrimgeour's sudden retirement from the Auror Office in 1864, but there has been little reason for the subject to resurface — until now, at least. With Mr. Scrimgeour's sudden arrest (for none other than the serious charge of aggravated assault) making headlines following society gossip about his seemingly wayward daughter, many have questioned what might have led Mr. Scrimgeour from a life of crime-stopping to crime-doing.
While the Ministry has revealed startlingly little information on the circumstances surrounding Mr. Scrimgeour's assault on his daughter, Miss Annabelle Scrimgeour, there have been plenty of sources that have stepped forward to offer explanations into his actions.
"His retirement had nothing to do with any wrongdoing on his part — rather, it was the opposite," revealed a former auror, who requested his name not be revealed for privacy-related concerns. "He was an honorable man at work who faced an unfortunate face."
Comments then followed about the supposed "irony" of the situation, and when pressed further, the source revealed a shocking face — one never revealed to the public before. "He was tortured, you know, with the Cruciatus Curse. It was a nasty situation, alright. He was never the same."
The source then revealed that by no means does he feel that this excuses Mr. Scrimgeour for the actions against his daughter. "He was an honorable man at work, but there was always talk about- you know, his prejudices. He spoke ill of muggles. Poor people. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Scrimgeour's discovery in 1880 put him in a moral dilemma of sorts. She wasn't raised in his family; she was raised by poor muggles."
When asked if he believed that Mr. Scrimgeour was hiding any dirty secrets within the walls of his home, the source laughed. "Dark magic? I don't think so, not Scrimgeour. I think he let that nasty temper of his — along with those prejudices — get to his head, and unfortunately his daughter was at the receiving end."
While the Ministry has revealed startlingly little information on the circumstances surrounding Mr. Scrimgeour's assault on his daughter, Miss Annabelle Scrimgeour, there have been plenty of sources that have stepped forward to offer explanations into his actions.
"His retirement had nothing to do with any wrongdoing on his part — rather, it was the opposite," revealed a former auror, who requested his name not be revealed for privacy-related concerns. "He was an honorable man at work who faced an unfortunate face."
Comments then followed about the supposed "irony" of the situation, and when pressed further, the source revealed a shocking face — one never revealed to the public before. "He was tortured, you know, with the Cruciatus Curse. It was a nasty situation, alright. He was never the same."
The source then revealed that by no means does he feel that this excuses Mr. Scrimgeour for the actions against his daughter. "He was an honorable man at work, but there was always talk about- you know, his prejudices. He spoke ill of muggles. Poor people. I wouldn't be surprised if Miss Scrimgeour's discovery in 1880 put him in a moral dilemma of sorts. She wasn't raised in his family; she was raised by poor muggles."
When asked if he believed that Mr. Scrimgeour was hiding any dirty secrets within the walls of his home, the source laughed. "Dark magic? I don't think so, not Scrimgeour. I think he let that nasty temper of his — along with those prejudices — get to his head, and unfortunately his daughter was at the receiving end."
Fidelia Spiller
Hi! I'm looking for a brainstorm of books you've enjoyed/heard good things about in the mystery/thriller genre that are either written by a woman or feature a woman as a key character!
Open to a student in year 3+!
Cameron was really not prepared for his upcoming examinations, but unlike many of his more-sensible classmates, he had a policy of "out of sight, out of mind". He'd read textbooks, yes, but strictly under the guise of curiosity and firmly held the believe that if he didn't already know it, he was never going to.
Until today.
After one of his classmates had asked him to hold their studying cards for them to practice reciting potion ingredients aloud, Cameron had ended up in a fit of panic after realizing he'd known absolutely none of them. As such, he'd almost darted to the library, having even been stopped by the head boy (and one of his quidditch team-mates) who'd insisted he slow down before he ended up in the Hospital Wing (where, apparently, they might not let him study).
Seven minutes later on the dot, Cameron found himself frantically flipping through pages of books before realizing he had absolutely no direction and needed help. Spotting the nearest oldest student, he quietly called down the aisle (earning him a stern glance from another, less helpful looking student) until they arrived at his table.
"Please, please, please help me with Potions! I know nothing! If I fail, they'll kick me out!"
May 19th, 1888 — Hogwarts Library
Cameron was really not prepared for his upcoming examinations, but unlike many of his more-sensible classmates, he had a policy of "out of sight, out of mind". He'd read textbooks, yes, but strictly under the guise of curiosity and firmly held the believe that if he didn't already know it, he was never going to.
Until today.
After one of his classmates had asked him to hold their studying cards for them to practice reciting potion ingredients aloud, Cameron had ended up in a fit of panic after realizing he'd known absolutely none of them. As such, he'd almost darted to the library, having even been stopped by the head boy (and one of his quidditch team-mates) who'd insisted he slow down before he ended up in the Hospital Wing (where, apparently, they might not let him study).
Seven minutes later on the dot, Cameron found himself frantically flipping through pages of books before realizing he had absolutely no direction and needed help. Spotting the nearest oldest student, he quietly called down the aisle (earning him a stern glance from another, less helpful looking student) until they arrived at his table.
"Please, please, please help me with Potions! I know nothing! If I fail, they'll kick me out!"
Hi friends! Am looking for a brainstorm of novels written during the VE that you have read and enjoyed, or those that you have heard good things about!
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