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These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - March 25, 2024
March 28th, 1894 — Pennyworth, Hogsmeade
The route from the High Street to Pennyworth was not altogether a familiar one, but she had long had a memory for directions. Memory, a funny thing—Persephone Broadmoor had never expected that she would be lost from it altogether, as though the rest of the world had been obliviated of her existence. She knew it would be silly to expect Ivy to be any different, but still, it was towards her friend that the witch found herself roving.
Though she had posed the question, Persy had turned down Mr. Applegate's offer of Ministry support, at least for now. This level of freedom... the witch hadn't had anything even resembling it since her childhood back in Bridgerton. She would, if she could, work matters out for herself.
She very nearly strode right through the familiar door out of habit, her fingers wrapped around the knob before she thought better of it. Ivy Sandow was no silly housewife who would shriek at an unfamiliar intrusion, she was a trained auror who would no doubt jinx first and ask questions later. Instead, she withdrew the hand, knocked upon the door instead.
"Miss Sandow, I need a word," she offered by way of greeting, mentally recoiling slightly to see not even a faint glint of familiarity in the eyes of her oldest friend.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - March 28, 2024
Until the woman said her name, Ivy thought that she was here for Winnie. Ivy knew everyone who visited her — she was stingy with her address, as she had never been a person who enjoyed unexpected visitors. So she thought that the knock at the door belonged to a pregnant woman — even if she didn't look pregnant — who was seeking Miss Moony's services.
Ivy looked the blonde woman up and down as if she could discern what this person wanted. "Why," Ivy said — her tone was more statement than question, and she did not move to let the stranger in.
Ivy looked the blonde woman up and down as if she could discern what this person wanted. "Why," Ivy said — her tone was more statement than question, and she did not move to let the stranger in.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - March 29, 2024
Having known the other witch for as long as it properly mattered, Persephone had... overlooked Ivy's intransigence. Ought she have lied, said she was looking for the midwife instead, just to get through the door? No—somehow, Persy thought, the lie would have been harder to overcome.
Ivy was too smart and too stubborn for tricks, and so tricks must be dispensed with.
Persephone chose her words carefully: "You do not know me, but I am a friend. If you let me inside, and assure me that Miss Moony is not at home, I can prove it, but the evidence I will use to do so is not something you wish to be overheard."
The witch was not confident enough in the... specificity of an Unbreakable Vow to risk being overheard anyway. Who knew if willful divulgence was necessary and not just merely saying the wrong thing at the wrong time? She liked being alive, thankyouverymuch.
"I was... I was a friend of Orwell's, too," she offered with some hesitation. It would hammer home, she hoped, the nature of her evidence, but Persy was not altogether certain it would not set Ivy on edge.
Ivy was too smart and too stubborn for tricks, and so tricks must be dispensed with.
Persephone chose her words carefully: "You do not know me, but I am a friend. If you let me inside, and assure me that Miss Moony is not at home, I can prove it, but the evidence I will use to do so is not something you wish to be overheard."
The witch was not confident enough in the... specificity of an Unbreakable Vow to risk being overheard anyway. Who knew if willful divulgence was necessary and not just merely saying the wrong thing at the wrong time? She liked being alive, thankyouverymuch.
"I was... I was a friend of Orwell's, too," she offered with some hesitation. It would hammer home, she hoped, the nature of her evidence, but Persy was not altogether certain it would not set Ivy on edge.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - March 29, 2024
Ivy was deeply skeptical until the blonde woman mentioned Orwell; she stiffened, like a cat raising its hackles. "Fine," Ivy said, and took a step back from her door despite herself.
She would rather talk about this inside than on her doorstep whereJack any of her neighbors could overhear it, and if they went inside then she had the option of hexing the woman.
She would rather talk about this inside than on her doorstep where
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - March 30, 2024
As she had hoped, Orwell's name had gotten her across the threshold and into the familiar home, though in spite of the fact that she had visited dozens of times before, it seemed colder now, as though sharing the apprehension of its owner.
It was not lost on Persephone that she hadn't been shown through to the parlour.
"My name," she spoke clearly, with more confidence than she felt at the moment, "is Persephone Broadmoor. I am the youngest daughter of Augustus and Millicent Broadmoor, though neither they nor my brothers could attest to that at the moment. I, and a handful of young ladies—" not other young ladies, for aside from their shared circumstances, Persy did not feel any sense of kinship towards those who favoured the typical pattern of Society "—have fallen victim to some sort of memory... memory anomally. Mr. Ezra Applegate of the Department of Mysteries can vouch for this, as I have just left him at the modiste. You and I, Ivy, have been best friends since our first year at Hogwarts."
Persy wondered what effect her... elimination from memory had on the events of the past. Had her part in Ivy's life been subsumed by another person, or was there simply a void, one glossed over and dismissed by the brain, where Persephone had once stood?
It was not lost on Persephone that she hadn't been shown through to the parlour.
"My name," she spoke clearly, with more confidence than she felt at the moment, "is Persephone Broadmoor. I am the youngest daughter of Augustus and Millicent Broadmoor, though neither they nor my brothers could attest to that at the moment. I, and a handful of young ladies—" not other young ladies, for aside from their shared circumstances, Persy did not feel any sense of kinship towards those who favoured the typical pattern of Society "—have fallen victim to some sort of memory... memory anomally. Mr. Ezra Applegate of the Department of Mysteries can vouch for this, as I have just left him at the modiste. You and I, Ivy, have been best friends since our first year at Hogwarts."
Persy wondered what effect her... elimination from memory had on the events of the past. Had her part in Ivy's life been subsumed by another person, or was there simply a void, one glossed over and dismissed by the brain, where Persephone had once stood?
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - March 31, 2024
The woman seemed sure. Ivy's immediate thought was to think her mad — anyone, after all, could name the Broadmoors. Cleon and Ivy had been on Baxter's Knoll together with Orwell and Thomasin, and both were known to have grown up in Bridgerton — describing the Broadmoors was not proof.
But Ezra Abercrombie was an Unspeakable. Ivy's gaze was hard as she looked the woman up and down. The look did not enlighten her. She bit back her first response: There is no Persephone Broadmoor.
(If the woman was mad, then telling her that fact may just set her off. Ivy was sure that she could beat this woman in a fight, but she might knock over some of the furniture, and then she'd have to explain things to Winnie.)
"If you've known me for so long," Ivy said, "Tell me about myself."
But Ezra Abercrombie was an Unspeakable. Ivy's gaze was hard as she looked the woman up and down. The look did not enlighten her. She bit back her first response: There is no Persephone Broadmoor.
(If the woman was mad, then telling her that fact may just set her off. Ivy was sure that she could beat this woman in a fight, but she might knock over some of the furniture, and then she'd have to explain things to Winnie.)
"If you've known me for so long," Ivy said, "Tell me about myself."
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - April 2, 2024
This, Persephone could do. She began with the names of Ivy's immediate family, the name of the man who had told her she was a witch, banal details about life at school. She faltered a moment before adding, "I am not certain of the... perameters of the anomally. If there is a story in which I featured, I do not know if it still happened, as far as you're concerned. Like your teaching me to fight, after my kidnapping the year before last."
The witch hesitated. There was one story she expected was still true, given the reaction to Orwell's name. She took a breath to steel herself, for it was not something they discussed even amongst themselves, not since Thomasin died.
"Of coruse," Persy continued quietly, "there was the ritual. October 19th. The blood rain."
The witch hesitated. There was one story she expected was still true, given the reaction to Orwell's name. She took a breath to steel herself, for it was not something they discussed even amongst themselves, not since Thomasin died.
"Of coruse," Persy continued quietly, "there was the ritual. October 19th. The blood rain."
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - April 12, 2024
All of this was information that could be learned by some well-done stalking, (she did not remember a kidnapping impacting her, although teaching someone to fight seemed like something Ivy would do) — except for the blood rain. Ivy's jaw tensed.
Of course, she'd suspected for years that Thomasin's death had come from the Unbreakable Vow. She had never verbalized this, because she did not think that anyone would appreciate it — she didn't think they would believe her. Her friends had never really seemed like people Ivy would fit in with naturally.
She could not be sure — she could be right about Thomasin. Or the blonde woman could be telling the truth. "Walk me through the blood rain," Ivy said, tone flat. "Carefully."
Of course, she'd suspected for years that Thomasin's death had come from the Unbreakable Vow. She had never verbalized this, because she did not think that anyone would appreciate it — she didn't think they would believe her. Her friends had never really seemed like people Ivy would fit in with naturally.
She could not be sure — she could be right about Thomasin. Or the blonde woman could be telling the truth. "Walk me through the blood rain," Ivy said, tone flat. "Carefully."
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - April 21, 2024
Persephone was taken aback in her own subtle way, and as Ivy no longer 'knew' her, well, she doubted her friend would pick up on it. She had thought simply referencing the event would be enough. After all, who but one of them, those who were there, would know about it?
"I—" she stammered, faltering briefly before continuing, "I am not about to risk dropping dead to appease you, Ivy," Persy shot back. "Unbreakable Vows are serious damned magic, and even if you don't remember me making one, I am sure the Vow certainly does!"
"I—" she stammered, faltering briefly before continuing, "I am not about to risk dropping dead to appease you, Ivy," Persy shot back. "Unbreakable Vows are serious damned magic, and even if you don't remember me making one, I am sure the Vow certainly does!"
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - May 4, 2024
Ivy pressed her lips together. "You may not have died," she said, "But Thomasin did." She let the sentence hang in the air between them, waiting to gauge a reaction.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - May 8, 2024
She frowned at her friend, silent for a long moment, mouth falling open into a small o of understanding.
"You think Thomasin broke the Vow, that that's what killed her." It was a statement, not a question; even as Persephone said the words, she knew that they were correct. But it was foolish—if Thomasin had divulged to anyone what had happened at Baxter's Knoll, it would have come back to the rest of them by now. It had been years. Had Ivy felt this way the whole time?
"You never said," Persy added, accusation draped over her words. And if Ivy had never told Persephone, she certainly hadn't told any of the others. How long had she borne these suspicions?
"You think Thomasin broke the Vow, that that's what killed her." It was a statement, not a question; even as Persephone said the words, she knew that they were correct. But it was foolish—if Thomasin had divulged to anyone what had happened at Baxter's Knoll, it would have come back to the rest of them by now. It had been years. Had Ivy felt this way the whole time?
"You never said," Persy added, accusation draped over her words. And if Ivy had never told Persephone, she certainly hadn't told any of the others. How long had she borne these suspicions?
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - May 19, 2024
The betrayal on the blonde woman's face seemed real. Ivy walked towards the small kitchen, gesturing for the other woman to follow her. This was an expression of trust, but Ivy was still hyper-aware of the maybe-stranger's movements.
"Well it's not like she's not around," Ivy said, with a shrug of her shoulders. It was uncouth to accuse a ghost — and Thomasin would never let her heart the end of it if she was wrong. "And I wasn't sure anyone would believe me."
"Well it's not like she's not around," Ivy said, with a shrug of her shoulders. It was uncouth to accuse a ghost — and Thomasin would never let her heart the end of it if she was wrong. "And I wasn't sure anyone would believe me."
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - May 24, 2024
Death.
It was a topic that Persy had been interested in for some time, and one upon which very little of use had been published. Indeed, there was no consensus of understanding as to why one person might become a ghost but ten more disappear with their bodies beneath the ground—or if there was, the Unspeakables were quite happy to keep it to themselves.
"I cannot imagine, if she had told, we would not have heard about it—my father, my brother, you, all aurors. How could it not have reached one of your ears?"
And there it was. Persy realized her disbelief was not based on the fact that Thomasin would never tell, but in the fact that, if she had, they would know about it by now. The pull of a lever, and here Persephone was with a new outlook on one of her oldest friends.
It was a topic that Persy had been interested in for some time, and one upon which very little of use had been published. Indeed, there was no consensus of understanding as to why one person might become a ghost but ten more disappear with their bodies beneath the ground—or if there was, the Unspeakables were quite happy to keep it to themselves.
"I cannot imagine, if she had told, we would not have heard about it—my father, my brother, you, all aurors. How could it not have reached one of your ears?"
And there it was. Persy realized her disbelief was not based on the fact that Thomasin would never tell, but in the fact that, if she had, they would know about it by now. The pull of a lever, and here Persephone was with a new outlook on one of her oldest friends.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - June 20, 2024
''They could be trying to blackmail one of the others,'' Ivy offered. Evelyn and Gregory were better off than the Broadmoors, after all — and while Ivy could not imagine either of them trying to get through blackmail on their own, she also did not know them nearly as well as she knew Cleon.
It was this thought that led her to an abrupt realization — if this woman was a fake, she had picked someone incredibly ineffective to try to scam.
She stopped abruptly, in front of the cabinet. ''You're not lying,'' Ivy said, looking at the blonde woman to gauge a reaction.
It was this thought that led her to an abrupt realization — if this woman was a fake, she had picked someone incredibly ineffective to try to scam.
She stopped abruptly, in front of the cabinet. ''You're not lying,'' Ivy said, looking at the blonde woman to gauge a reaction.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Persephone Broadmoor - August 31, 2024
Persy was spared any further speculation on the matter of Thomasina—musings to be tucked aside for a later date, a date on which she had not been wiped from the memories of those near and dear to her—by the words she had been waiting to hear.
You're not lying.
"And you're too clever to be fooled if I was," Persy remarked with a wry smile. "I could tell you of your first monthlies or the day you were accepted into the auror program, if you need further evidence, but in truth I would rather cut to the part where you offer me a place to hole up while Mr. Applegate solves... all this." The witch gestured between the two of them.
You're not lying.
"And you're too clever to be fooled if I was," Persy remarked with a wry smile. "I could tell you of your first monthlies or the day you were accepted into the auror program, if you need further evidence, but in truth I would rather cut to the part where you offer me a place to hole up while Mr. Applegate solves... all this." The witch gestured between the two of them.
RE: These Strangers are Friends That You Never Met - Ivy Sandow - September 9, 2024
Ivy opened the cabinet, and pulled out two heavy glass bottles of beer. She flicked her wand to silently knock off the crown cap of the beers, and offered one of the bottles to her friend, Persephone Broadmoor. Her first monthlies were a horror-show Ivy was not keen to relive, and she remembered the day she'd been accepted to the auror program distinctly, but she'd already come around on knowing this woman.
"You'll have to sleep in my bed, but you can stay," Ivy said. If they were as close friends as Broadmoor claimed, then the other woman would already know that Ivy sometimes kicked in her sleep.
"You'll have to sleep in my bed, but you can stay," Ivy said. If they were as close friends as Broadmoor claimed, then the other woman would already know that Ivy sometimes kicked in her sleep.