Temperance had read through the note so many times she had eventually considered herself ridiculous and stashed it in the second-hand writing desk in her hallway. Her sense that somehow it was a trick had not been abated even when she had learnt others at the church had received the same epistle and so it was with great hesitancy she took herself to Diagon Alley.

It was not as bad as she had anticipated. Nowhere near the solemn celebration it ought to have been but the grubby looking young men who appeared to be in charge were at least to be commended for making some kind of effort. Precious few did. And she was not entirely averse to their other messages, though she certainly did not believe that garlands of roses, however beautiful, were the way to get the word out. Still, they were pleasing, and there didn’t seem to be any harm in having one looped about her wrist: she absolutely refused categorically to have it on her head.

Striding along the street she began to worry that perhaps the heat was getting to her. She was not prone to being affected by the weather but Temperance found herself seeking out the shaded corners of the bust street to avoid the warmth of the sun and the crowds – unfortunately it was to no avail and as her eyes alighted on a young man/woman* who seemed to have a similar idea it was as though another rush of warmth had assaulted her.

It had to be magic of some kind.

“Peculiar...it is most peculiar is it not?”

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Wonderful set by Lady <3