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Footfalls - Sapphire Weasley - January 2, 2025
January 1st, 1895 — Padmore Park, Evening
Sapphire found herself looking up at the night sky as she sat on a bench near the newly renovated gardens wondering where the last year had gone.
Far too fast, for her liking, if she did say so herself. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it already being ‘95. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being almost twenty, about leaving her teens behind even though she had known this was coming, eventually, but it had seemed to sneak up on her without her notice.
She remembered thinking the same thing about almost being 19, and 18, and 17. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked forward to the changing of the year; maybe the year she turned 11, but that felt so long ago.
It felt like she hadn’t done anything in the last year, when she knew she must’ve done something. She knew she had to do something different this year, to make it more memorable than the last few years had been. She didn’t like feeling like she had been on auto-pilot.
Sapphire had an aspiration for the New Year, and it was to do better for herself. Maybe make a new friend or two. If only she felt more encouraged to get to know people outside her circle that seemed to only be her family and coworkers. She didn’t really talk to anyone else, which made a small part of her sad but she had never been the outgoing, social person. That had been her best friend, someone that she hadn’t talked to since their fifth year.
Now that she thought about it, she figured she could make the deliberate choice to change how she approached people in 1895. Perhaps turning 20 this year was good, perhaps it was her chance to turn a new leaf and be more social. Maybe it could become her own personal journey.
The nineteen year old was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice people nearby. She vaguely recognized one of the people, but she couldn’t put a name to their face.
Far too fast, for her liking, if she did say so herself. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it already being ‘95. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being almost twenty, about leaving her teens behind even though she had known this was coming, eventually, but it had seemed to sneak up on her without her notice.
She remembered thinking the same thing about almost being 19, and 18, and 17. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked forward to the changing of the year; maybe the year she turned 11, but that felt so long ago.
It felt like she hadn’t done anything in the last year, when she knew she must’ve done something. She knew she had to do something different this year, to make it more memorable than the last few years had been. She didn’t like feeling like she had been on auto-pilot.
Sapphire had an aspiration for the New Year, and it was to do better for herself. Maybe make a new friend or two. If only she felt more encouraged to get to know people outside her circle that seemed to only be her family and coworkers. She didn’t really talk to anyone else, which made a small part of her sad but she had never been the outgoing, social person. That had been her best friend, someone that she hadn’t talked to since their fifth year.
Now that she thought about it, she figured she could make the deliberate choice to change how she approached people in 1895. Perhaps turning 20 this year was good, perhaps it was her chance to turn a new leaf and be more social. Maybe it could become her own personal journey.
The nineteen year old was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice people nearby. She vaguely recognized one of the people, but she couldn’t put a name to their face.
RE: Footfalls - Fortitude Greengrass - January 2, 2025
Ford had suggested the newly reopened Park with a small (but perhaps still foolish) degree of optimism. The closure of Padmore Park over the past months had been disruptive for him personally because it meant there was nowhere to go when the house felt overwhelming. During the summer he'd taken Jemima out into a row boat precisely once, and he'd been looking forward to doing it again, having something special and personal to share with her... and then December had happened.
The Park was open, but the lake was frozen over. Maybe this was a metaphor. Still, he'd asked if she wanted to walk down to the reopening, thinking that this small gesture — him asking, her agreeing — might mean something. He didn't have much to hold on to in the present moment; he had to read into hopes for the future where he could.
He was looking for the entrance to the botanical gardens, walking ahead with his hands in his pockets to fend off the cold, when he recognized one of his coworkers. "Miss Weasley," he said, polite but not warm. They were not friends; she was Clementine's age and he privately thought she was far too young to have given up on marriage and started working. "Are you here alone?"
Surely not. She might work, but surely she didn't go lounging in dark parks alone in the middle of winter? Surely someone cared how she comported herself, even if she didn't?
The Park was open, but the lake was frozen over. Maybe this was a metaphor. Still, he'd asked if she wanted to walk down to the reopening, thinking that this small gesture — him asking, her agreeing — might mean something. He didn't have much to hold on to in the present moment; he had to read into hopes for the future where he could.
He was looking for the entrance to the botanical gardens, walking ahead with his hands in his pockets to fend off the cold, when he recognized one of his coworkers. "Miss Weasley," he said, polite but not warm. They were not friends; she was Clementine's age and he privately thought she was far too young to have given up on marriage and started working. "Are you here alone?"
Surely not. She might work, but surely she didn't go lounging in dark parks alone in the middle of winter? Surely someone cared how she comported herself, even if she didn't?
RE: Footfalls - Sapphire Weasley - January 5, 2025
Sapphire felt foolish for not recognizing one of her coworkers. The redhead tried to keep her embarrassment off her face. If anything, she could blame the night for her trouble recognizing his face right away.
”Of course not, Mr. Greengrass.” she replied with a shrug. ”One of my sisters are around.” it was probably not a lie, but she hadn’t seen one of them nor had she come out with any of them.
She had a feeling she knew how he felt about her working instead of trying to find a husband, but most people outside her family probably felt the same, so it wasn't that hard for her to guess what he probably thought. She certainly wasn’t ready to get married or start a family, social norms be damned. She still had so much she wanted to do alone.
”Of course not, Mr. Greengrass.” she replied with a shrug. ”One of my sisters are around.” it was probably not a lie, but she hadn’t seen one of them nor had she come out with any of them.
She had a feeling she knew how he felt about her working instead of trying to find a husband, but most people outside her family probably felt the same, so it wasn't that hard for her to guess what he probably thought. She certainly wasn’t ready to get married or start a family, social norms be damned. She still had so much she wanted to do alone.
or: when ocean forgets it's improper for women to be out alone at night
RE: Footfalls - Fortitude Greengrass - January 6, 2025
At her age Ford really thought her parents ought to have an opinion of what she was getting herself up to, but maybe the Weasleys did things differently. They did have an awfully lot of children, didn't they? He didn't remember how many, but a lot of daughters seemed to be what he recalled. One of them played Quidditch. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that she only person she had for a chaperone was another young woman, and one who apparently couldn't even be bothered to stay within eyesight. Maybe this was how Miss Weasley liked things, too; maybe she wouldn't be opposed to getting herself into trouble. Although it had occurred to him unbidden Ford was rather uncomfortable with this thought — he didn't want to have any information at all about what Miss Weasley did with herself or her time if she was going to inevitably fall into scandal.
"Well," he said, tone brisk enough that it could be construed as a goodbye. "I hope you're enjoying the evening."
"Well," he said, tone brisk enough that it could be construed as a goodbye. "I hope you're enjoying the evening."