[time-skip because honestly I will never do this if I'm stuck one year in the past]

— 16 April, 1888 —Reasons April has been absolutely awful:

I've been slandered in every issue of Witch Weekly to come out this month. That would be awful enough, if not for the fact that:

Mr. Langley apparently thought I was in love with him. While that in itself is not too awful, not I'm concerned other people (or more specifically, another person) might have the same, completely accurate suspicions.

Father decided to contact me, and through letter, regarding last month's rumors. I may have done things to spite him, but luckily he's not aware of that yet.

I ran off to Ireland with Reuben Crouch. Things happened.

  

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