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After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
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I need your advice. I know I've told told you much in regards to Eavan other than our sort of courtship. But her dad has recently shown back up in her life... She wanted to keep whatever it is we having going a bit under wraps for the time being, to see what his return was going to entail. For all we know, he'll up and vanish again..
Anyways, I agreed simply because it seemed best. But then the damned woman got crunched by a bloody crocodile on that damned expedition! So of course, as soon as I could get the hell out of Irvingly, I went to her side. It was going well and then he showed up. Treated me as if I was some lowly healer there only taking care of her. And then she let him!
I walked out and now she's writing as if nothing is wrong. This is ridiculous, right? I'm being ridiculous? I feel like a smitten little schoolgirl who just got her heart stomped on.
Best Regards,
Fletcher
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August 10, 2018 – 12:20 AM
Last modified: August 10, 2018 – 12:24 AM by Mason Skeeter.
So let me get this straight; the poor girl is in the hospital with a serious injury and you just happen to run into her father in her hospital room, where he has every right to be, and you're upset because she didn't chastise him for... assuming your job correctly? Even if he was a bit uncouth about it, I can tell you my mother would raise holy hell if I were in the hospital.
So yes, you sound like a whiny school girl who didn't get asked to the dance at the Coming Out Ball, sorry to tell you mate.
Does it change matters if I had been there first? And he had the audacity to ask me if I should be getting pillows or something? How about the fact he was in my group in the expedition and I helped put out a fire that had overtaken his sleeve and didn't get so much as a thank you from him?
But thanks for pointing out the obvious. I supposed I should apologize to her for being a pouty child? Suggestions? Flowers too cliche?
I don't know if I should even show up at her home. Chances are he'll be there and it'll be bloody mess, possibly quite literally, all over again.
You've met my mother, when it comes to only children (I think you told me that about her) we get the brunt of all the extreme parenting, sorry mate, you'll have to get over it. The guy sounds like an ass, but that is his daughter and in the long run, he was there first.
I'm a herbologist, I'm wounded you think flowers cliche. Send her favorite if you know it or purple hyacinths to say you're sorry. Ask her when you could see her alone if you don't want to see him, but you'll have to deal with him eventually. Can't opt out forever if you're serious about her.
He's been all but out of her life for four years though. Left her on her own in Irvingly with some family while he was off on some expedition in the Amazon. Hardly a fatherly thing to do in my opinion. Especially when your only child is a daughter. I suppose I got lucky with it though. If he hadn't all but abandoned her, I likely never would have come to know her the way that I have.
You would know what a certain flower would mean, wouldn't you. Purple Hycainths it is. Best place to get them? I'll have to write to her and see if we can meet. Perhaps then more can be discussed what we plan to do with her father.. Or I guess what she plans to do with him. I guess she gets the final say there no matter what my preference may be.
From what you've told me, it wasn't like she was alone or couldn't handle it. I'm not defending the choice, but like you said, it worked in your favor.
Call me a romantic, or an idiot who has had to send sorry flowers before, just do it. Try the Florist Potts, I think they have a London location in the Alley, otherwise, on the High Street in Hogsmeade.