July 18, 1895 — McKelvey Residence

Jonah had lazily opened the Daily Prophet at breakfast that morning and had seen something in the papers that had his blood running cold. There was a werewolf on the Wizengamot. Being a werewolf himself, he did not much care about that but he did worry for the backlash. Not only against Mrs Skeeter but whichever aftermath might come out of this.

Though this could be a good sounding board to suss out which of his siblings might be... amenable to his secret. More or less. None of them would be happy for him or anything. After all, it was not something he had willingly subjected himself to.

"Have you seen this headline about Mrs Morwenna Skeeter being a werewolf?" He asked at the breakfast table, purposely waiting until Grant had already meandered off.

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Annora McKelvey c/o Elsie Kirke

  

Sometimes Annie thought her family forgot what she did for a living. "Of course I have, I do work at the Prophet." She said it lightly, almost teasing, though she was a bit irked. Perhaps it was all that flurry of activity, causing tensions to spring up in society. The society she already had a hard time navigating and now add in this sort of whirlwind of uproar and it seemed everybody was too focused on.

Annie buttered a piece of toast and pulled some fruit onto her plate. "I imagine the Ministry is in a tizzy?" Surely that would be the case. She was keeping track of the situation loosely, as it didn't directly affect her. Secretly, she had to admire Mrs. Skeeter's bravery for coming out so thoroughly to the world as a werewolf, especially after losing her son, but there still seemed to be a disconnect that Annie couldn't get over. It was so dangerous not to register!

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