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#1
2nd February, 1891 - Hogsmeade Market
Dionisia Fisk

It was a cold morning. Gertrude pulled her coat around her tight. The coat had been one of the first things she had bought herself when she had a proper wage at the ministry. Which meant two things: firstly, it was far more fashionable than Gertrude actually was, and secondly, it kept her extremely warm. And as she lived in the north of Scotland - it was very useful.

She had come to the market that morning as she had suddenly remembered it was [idk one of Gertrude's brothers]'s birthday that day. With only realising the day before, she had got up early to go to the market before work. There had to be something here, some artisan good, that could work well as a birthday present.

Her search had been fruitless. She wandered around the stalls, trying to find something (anything!) that would work. That was until Gertrude saw a face she had not seen in years. "Miss Tweedy!" she exclaimed, half in shock, half in greetings.


#2
Emotionally exhausted from the internal turmoil that had wrecked her body over the last month, Dionisia had finally decided that the best way to clear her mind was to return to a normal schedule. No writing out-of-place letters. No taking Elliott out without one of her friends or sister-in-laws. No going to the pub after work. The market was easily the most dull task on her list, but also the most distracting one; with a list full of groceries to to keep an eye out for, there was no time to spend wandering off in her own mind.

An even better distractor was a familiar voice—one of a friend she hadn't seen in quite literally years.

"Miss Baker!" Dionisia greeted, mustering a smile after a long morning of having a frown plastered to her face. "What a surprise to see you! I was under the impression that you still resided with your parents in Manchester." Their muggle relatives and religious upbringing were two things the girls had had in common while at school, only Miss Baker's had not disowned her after learning she was a witch.



#3
Gertrude smiled brightly. Being so busy with work over the last few years, she knew she had neglected various friendships from school. She never meant to do this. It was just her thoughts had been - and probably always would be - elsewhere. She was always pleased to see old friends again.

"No," Gertrude replied, "I moved to Irvingly... five years ago now? My whole family lives there. Although, I'm moving to Hogsmeade soon. I'm getting married-" The words still felt incredibly strange to hear "-and my fiancé lives here. What about you? Do you live in Hogsmeade now?" Gertrude remembered Miss Tweedy had spent various summers with various families, so could not know for certain where she would have set up a permanent base.


#4
"Oh," Dionisia said, dumbfounded. Had it really been that long since they'd last seen each other? Even longer, perhaps?

"Congratulations on your engagement. I wish you ever happiness." Because Gertrude deserved it. Because every woman deserved it. Dionisia had once believed that marriage was not for her, but now that she was married she longed for a type of love that was now off limits. And speaking of which: "I've lived in Hogsmeade since leaving school. I'm a mediwitch at the hospital. I married Ari Fisk—Zelda's brother—after a few years of working together." Really, she should be fortunate that she and Ari's lives paralleled so perfectly as to explain away their sudden engagement and marriage.

"Who's the lucky man, then? A Ministry man?" she added with a smile.



#5
Dionisia Fisk. Obviously Gertrude knew of the Fisks. One could not work in the ministry of magic and not know who the Fisk family were. Even if their sister were not married to the minister, there were far too many Fisks in the ministry to ignore. They were a fairly wealthy family, firmly middle class. The now Mrs Fisk had done well for herself.

Gertrude supposed people would soon say the same thing about her. Another thing the two women had in common.

Just thinking about Walt put a stupid smile on Gertrude's face. Initially, she had felt so silly for allowing a man to make her feel such a way, but now she allowed herself to beam brightly. As Mrs Fisk congratulated her, Gertrude practically lost control of the muscles in her face. "Yes!" she replied to her last question, "Mr Walter Brownhill. I think he works with Miss Fisk actually - he is the assistant head of the department of magical accidents and catastrophes."

"Congratulations to you as well, Mrs Fisk!" Gertrude added with a smile. She was so pleased for her old friend.


#6
Mrs. Gertrude Brownhill seemed so foreign, but then again, Mrs. Dionisia Fisk still caught her off guard every now and then. It seemed Gertrude had chosen a man worthy of her wit; few men every climbed so high in the ranks of the Ministry, and even rarer did they marry beneath themselves. "I think I've heard the name before. Zelda is so passionate about her work," she said, smiling. She hadn't talked to Zelda about work in yeas, but in time she hoped the they would return to a place where talking about such mundane things became a part of their friendship again.

"And thank you. Mr. Fisk is a good man—and a good father, too." She felt embarrassed, as if she'd suddenly overshared, but then again, why wouldn't she mention her child? It wasn't as if Gertrude had an inkling of the truth.



#7
It seemed her old friend had found herself a good marriage. With a child too. It was strange to think that not too long ago, they had been young girls still at school. Now Dionisia was a married woman - Gertrude soon to join her. Dionisia was a mother - although Gertrude was not going to join her soon on that one. It seemed all their schoolmates were in similar positions. Either married, or soon to be so, or even married and mothers.

"I guess my congratulations are needed again!" she replied, again overjoyed for her old friend.

After a second's pause, a thought appeared in Gertrude's mind, and she asked, "I don't suppose... you live in Bartonburg now. Do you?"


#8
It seemed silly to accept congratulations on Elliott's birth given the circumstances, but she did so with a gracious smile.

"I live in North Bartonburg, yes," she explained. "We don't live too far from Zelda, but a little closer to the hospital. Now that you're engaged, have you given thought where you might settle?" The underlying question: will you be anywhere nearby?



#9
This filled her heart with joy. Finally, somebody she knew - somebody who she was friendly with - who lived in Bartonburg. This was what she needed.

"Well, Mr Brownhill already has a house there," she explained, "So come the end of next month I'll be living there too." Her voice would have shaken had she had not taken such care to steady it, however she had not quite succeeded in hiding her fear about moving there.

Her mind raced with thoughts about what it would be like. She had always been so proud of where she had come from, never cared about how she spoke or how she acted. Why did she feel so nervous about moving there? Maybe it was because she would be surrounded by people who would make assumptions about her. Maybe it was because she had truly no idea how to actually be a good housewife. Maybe she didn't want to let Walt down.

She had to stop thinking about this now.

"It will be good to know you will be nearby!" she added, trying to pull her mind away from negative thoughts. Her tone was more positive this time, but she still had to force a smile. It was all true. It would be good to have Dionisia nearby. "You will have to let me know how you navigate middle class society." She added a weak laugh, pretending she was joking.

She was not joking.


#10
Another neighbor, another friendship. It had been too long since Dionisa had had one of those—or at least one with someone who was not related to her. She'd had plenty before she married, but her hiatus from the hospital in the months she was visibly pregnant and after led to many of those friendships fading, and now she struggled to bond with anyone whose circumstances were drastically different. She was a mother now—reluctantly, but she was, and she was married, too. Life was different as much as she hated to admit it sometimes. It would be nice to have Gertrude whose circumstances, despite their differences, were similar enough to her own.

"I will have you over for tea, of course," she said automatically. There they could talk and catch up better, without Dionisia feeling as though she needed to hide any detail that might hint to the unusualness of the life she lived. "Any time you wish."



#11
Gertrude beamed. "That sounds fantastic!" she replied happily. It did feel so relieving to know that someone would be nearby. While she did not need to impress anybody in Bartonburg, it did feel good to know she wasn't entirely in enemy territory.

"I look forward to taking you up on that offer!" Gertrude continued, "But I won't take up any more of your time today. It was really nice to see you."

This feels like it should be wrap time?


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