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.Where will you fall?
Complete a thread in which every post is precisely 1000 words. The thread must be at least ten posts long, and at least three must be your own.
Yes, everything has been well since we last wrote. I'm settling in well and enjoy working with my new team. The weather in Egypt is much different than I was accustomed to in Venezuela,
but tolerance for the dry air will come in time. Though, I will say having a thin coating of sand on my body at all hours is a nuisance.
While I'm glad to hear that Mars is doing well I struggle to believe it. The week leading up to my departure she was utterly distraught. Has she accepted more help with the babies? Have they settled into a routine? Please keep checking in on her, for I, obviously, cannot.
Saturn and I are fine. We'll exchange letters when we need to.
Yes, Egypt. I've only been talking about my upcoming job here since early May. There's a magical site hidden from the muggles about an hour outside Cairo that we're investigating. There's always curses in my line of work, but we're being careful and have cursebreakers nearby to assist us.
Hopefully she will hire a nanny or someone to assist her. It's obvious that she cannot juggle everything on her own.
I'll write to Saturn when I want to. Stay out of it.
How lovely it is to know where my work ranks with you. Heaven forbid someone interrupts you and your precious plants.
I shan't disturb you with any further letters, then. I'd hate for you to grow more tired by remembering whereabouts in the world your sister is.
The very least you could do is look out for your widowed sister. Mars needs help, and I'm, obviously, ill equipped to provide it.
Go fuck yoursel—
I did not run away to Egypt. Much like your preciousfucking*books, I have a job and responsibilities. How long was I expected to remain out of the field to assist Mars? Another six months? A year? Do you realize what I sacrificed to come home in the first place? The findings I missed out on, the experience I didn't gain? Not to mention my name, once again, won't be near any of the publications because I wasn't on site when the excavation ended. It has nothing to do with feeling inadequate, as you so kindly put it. Children drain your energy and feed on your soul, I have no trouble admitting I want no part of them.
Help Mars or don't, I don't care. When something happens to her or the kids don't say I didn't warn you.
P.S. Enough with your passive aggressive mentions of Saturn. He is an adult and fully capable of sending a letter if or when he chooses. I don't micromanage your relationships with our siblings, so, please mind your own fucking business.
