April 29th, 1888 - Fisk House, Bartonburg

Ten days. It had been ten days since the incident with Mr. Darrow on The Voyager, and Zelda had not told anyone, had just gone about her life as normal, like she was still virginal and mostly good. She tried not to think about it too much. Mr. Darrow was gone, he was on his way to Avalon, which did not exist, and probably he would die on the way. That was too morbid, so - trying not to think about it.

It was always a good day when Dionisia was able to come visit, because their schedules were both so busy that they usually weren't able to manage it. But today Dionisia got to stay for dinner, and while they waited for it to be made the two girls were draped across Zelda's bed, the door closed. Zelda had, at some point, pulled out a copy of Witch Weekly she would not admit to subscribing to so that they could poke fun at it.

"So, Tweedy," Zelda said, wrinkling her nose at her pal, "Are there any boys you like at Hogsmeade Hospital?"

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