I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind
September 27th, 1888 — Diagon Alley, London
When the pink envelope had arrived that morning, Ada had immediately assumed it was another insidious letter from Finlay Connolly. Who else was likely to send her a blindingly pink envelope that smelled suspiciously perfumed? For that reason she hadn't opened it but resolved to hand it over to him in person and make it clear that she wouldn't allow him to make her the subject of a nasty joke. It hadn't been until she was stood just outside of the entrance to St. Mungo's that she realized that she had assumed he worked at St. Mungo's for no good reason except that maybe she thought he worked at Hogmseade Hospital and she hadn't really wanted to confront him after all. Then there was the fact that the letter might very well be from someone else.
Resolved to settle the matter of who sent the letter first, Ada sought out a a tearoom in Diagon Alley shortly thereafter and once she had a nice cup of tea cooling in front of her, she pried open the garish envelope. A strange change came over her the moment she touched the contents and for the briefest of moments she thought she had foolishly opened some slyly disguised hate mail bearing a curse. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, however, and nothing bad seemed to happen. Not at first anyway. Inside there was a love poem and as she absorbed the flowery verse, she was hit by an onslaught of emotions.
Longing. How could she stay apart from him a second more? Where was he now?
Regret. How could she have ever doubted her ability to love him? Of course she loved him, she had always loved him, he was as vital as the air she breathed!
She had to tell him of her feelings immediately, she had to fix the wrong she had done him and in extension the universe for clearly they were meant to be together. Clearly because there he was!
Ada jumped to her feet and all but pressed her nose against the window pane next to her. It was a sign, it was fate, she had to tell him of her feelings, he had to know! She hastily pulled out a handful of sickles from her purse and dropped them on the table before snatching up the letter and taking off after him. "Mr. Urquart!"
Resolved to settle the matter of who sent the letter first, Ada sought out a a tearoom in Diagon Alley shortly thereafter and once she had a nice cup of tea cooling in front of her, she pried open the garish envelope. A strange change came over her the moment she touched the contents and for the briefest of moments she thought she had foolishly opened some slyly disguised hate mail bearing a curse. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, however, and nothing bad seemed to happen. Not at first anyway. Inside there was a love poem and as she absorbed the flowery verse, she was hit by an onslaught of emotions.
Longing. How could she stay apart from him a second more? Where was he now?
Regret. How could she have ever doubted her ability to love him? Of course she loved him, she had always loved him, he was as vital as the air she breathed!
She had to tell him of her feelings immediately, she had to fix the wrong she had done him and in extension the universe for clearly they were meant to be together. Clearly because there he was!
Ada jumped to her feet and all but pressed her nose against the window pane next to her. It was a sign, it was fate, she had to tell him of her feelings, he had to know! She hastily pulled out a handful of sickles from her purse and dropped them on the table before snatching up the letter and taking off after him. "Mr. Urquart!"
