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 1895. 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 started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
September 28, 1888
My Dearest Mr. Gladstone,
I can not begin to explain how completely and divinely happy your letter has made me. I feel as if I could float away from the very ground if there were nothing to hold on to me. The first dance would not be enough for me, I would wish to spend the entirely of my dances wrapped in your adoring embrace, knowing it is you who is holding me.
Tomorrow, indeed today, would not be soon enough to end this divide of space between us. Alas, my mother is ill and I am unable to come to your side today. If I were you need only name a place and a time and I shall wait for you at the world's end if I must for I know, you, my knight in shining armor, would arrive to me.
With all my love,
Miss Lucille Flint
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September 28th, 1888My dearest Mr. Gladstone,
Even angels have homes, my dearest, although such a thing seems so small to keep us apart. Flint Manor will always have its doors open to greet you, my Prince Charming.
Mother has just retired for the afternoon to rest, I do not believe I can wait another moment to see you. But wait I must. At least until you can put me out of my agony by writing back with a place to meet. I won’t be missed here, rest assured. Please, respond as soon as possible so I might end this hopeless waiting.
With all my love,
Lucille Flint
September 28th, 1888My dearest Mr. Gladstone,
I shall not keep you waiting any longer. You shall find me by Florteseau’s at four this afternoon in Diagon Alley.
With all my love,
Lucille Flint
