Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
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.
Thethe year is now 1894. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
My first draft of this letter began: I believe you are owed an explanation. I then put the pen down and spent a long while contemplating what you and I owe each other, if anything. We have never discussed it. There are, apparently, many things we have never discussed, and perhaps we have both been remiss in this. I never intended to intrude on any aspect of your life to which you did not explicitly invite me, and I never expected to see you forging into mine, but here we are — intruding, both, and evidently ill-prepared for it.
Rather than beginning the conversation with what either of us is owed, I will state simply that I was dissatisfied with the way we left our last conversation. I believe you must feel the same. Advise me how to proceed.
Sophia started and discarded at least two drafts. The first aired out her grievances from less-than-faded frustration, while the second was a bit more calm, though left no room for plausible deniability regarding the nature of their relationship. Then it occurred to Sophia that she did not even know if she could be transparent about this over post – did he have sisters or a wife with a tendency to read his letters? Or is he well-versed in all manners of mistresses and thus has a good system of secrecy? Now that she thought about it, her previous correspondence had been quite furtive – that’s if she ever wrote him back at all.
In the end however, the importance of writing back outweighed her worries about what to say. Though she’d wasted much precious time deliberating, and now the onslaught of the day had well started. So the letter penned back was quite hurried.
9th of November, 1892
Ozymandias,
I tend to agree with the sentiments you’ve shared, and too was dissatisfied with the course of events. I cannot say that I have much experience in the realm of defining the specifics of this type of agreement, and perhaps this naiveté has put us both in the most uncomfortable of positions when confronted with the unexpected.
This is the sort of thing best discussed in person, so there will be less room for misinterpretation. I am available to take visitors next Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday in the evening, should you wish.