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?
Complete a thread started and set every month for twelve consecutive months. Each thread must have at least ten posts, and at least three must be your own.
14th June, 1894
Dearest and Most Skeptical Cousin,
You wound me. I abhor all mischief and especially trouble, and shall maintain that fact with my dying breath. I am, after all, a prefect,an eldest son, a beacon of respectability, a Flint Scholar (for the month of June, at least). For you to imply otherwise strikes a blow against the honour of our shared family.
If penminship is in practice for you, I expect my summer studies are proving far more engaging than your own. Fortunately, I do not find myself in need of any remedial studies, allowing me to focus upon getting a jump in alchemy for the fall and delving more deeply into magical theory. I do think that Hogwarts might do us a disservice in offering lessons in theory only in our first year: while I understand that such a foundation is desirable for first years to have, I wonder that they do not re-offer it again at the N.E.W.T. level like they do courses like Alchemy. Sure, it can be dry at times, but is it not the very underpinning of the thing that separates us from muggles?
I promise I am not getting tedious this summer; I have merely been spending an abundance of time with those who pose such questions. A few days with you and Sirius later in the summer will, I expect, cure me entirely.
Pendergast's, I hope, is not too tedious; no doubt you will be able to correct all my ettiquette-related blunders when I next see you.
19th June, 1894
F—
F for furious, for that is what I am at the assertion that my penmanship is anything short of flawless. Or at least legible. Besides, Aunt Marcella says my letters have character, and I should much rather have character and be brilliant than have evenly crossed Ts at the expense of all other education.
And on the matter of such education, in all seriousness—do not allow the teas and the dancing to detract from what is truly important to you. I am (mostly) sure your mother would understand if you told her you would prefer to focus on more intellectual pursuits.
