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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?
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
January 1, 1889 Dear Journal,
I think that is how you're supposed to start these things. One of my yearmates was kind enough to gift this journal to me for Christmas. It was a bit awkward because I had nothing to give them in return aside from a few pieces of candy. They didn't seem to mind, though. I don't think Hufflepuffs much care about even exchanges, but I will still endeavor to repay them somehow.
School is a strange place. I like the classes and all the new information I get to discover. I think I enjoy Charms and Transfiguration the most. Potions, too. I like Defense Against the Dark Arts and Astronomy the least. The latter is because my mother teaches it, and it's difficult to get past the fact and actually enjoy the subject.
What I'm not so sure about is all the people. They are there when you wake up and even while you sleep. The Great Hall is always so crowded, and everyone just wants to chat your ear off. I've never been the best at making friends. Or conversations. I just don't know what to say and always seem to make a mess of things. I wish I wouldn't because I have found I sort of like some of the other children here.
Maybe that could be my real New Year resolution. Make a better effort at making friends. Real ones. Find people to spend time with and not just the odd conversation or adventure here and there. I know I will probably muck it all up, but I hope to come out with at least one person to enjoy school with.
Maybe I can even use this journal to help me. Jot down my encounters and see where I go wrong. Or right.
Maybe things will start to go better after all.
Archer