February 27th, 1891 - An Estate in Southern England
There was, as far as August could tell by first glance, nothing at all of note about this property. A Mr. Turner-Clarke who had gone to school with August had written him about it, expressing surprise that he didn't inherit the estate, as he thought he was supposed to. August usually didn't do contract law, but he did do contract law when there was a significant amount of money attached to it and his caseload was light, so - he'd said he'd come take a look at things.
The property, though, was just a property. He'd flooed to the nearby town and from there had walked up the road to the estate; he was further down the road than the house itself, but there was nothing of note about it, except that it existed. And someone had inherited it, because it was still relatively well-maintained.
It looked to be worth a bit of money, by his reckoning, particularly if there was magic done to expand the interior or otherwise deal with the grounds. Turner-Clarke had mentioned there were other properties, too - maybe August should have a look-see at those, as well.
He was going to go, except there was a man walking down from the house towards him - August raised one hand in a vague wave.
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The property, though, was just a property. He'd flooed to the nearby town and from there had walked up the road to the estate; he was further down the road than the house itself, but there was nothing of note about it, except that it existed. And someone had inherited it, because it was still relatively well-maintained.
It looked to be worth a bit of money, by his reckoning, particularly if there was magic done to expand the interior or otherwise deal with the grounds. Turner-Clarke had mentioned there were other properties, too - maybe August should have a look-see at those, as well.
He was going to go, except there was a man walking down from the house towards him - August raised one hand in a vague wave.