October 29th, 1895

Dearest Mr. Prusseneit,

Since our last encounter, I have done the following:

1. Tested a new tea flavor for the family business—it was terrible, which means you would have liked it.
2. Important things at the Ministry given my occupation—I trust you understand I cannot delve into the specifics.
3. Been nagged by no less than three aunties.
4. Written this letter.

Sincerely,
Matthew V. Eventide

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   Gilbert Prusseneit

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October 29, 1895 — London

When the first owl fluttered in through the window of his London residence, Gilbert was in the throes of planning Azazel’s birthday surprise. He was irritated already that the Royal Ballet was being particularly uncooperative and debating showing his face down there to remind them who it was they were dealing with. He snatched the letter so quickly from the owl that it screeched in protest but didn’t dare come close enough to bite as he curled his lip at it. If it had a broken wing, that was none of his concern.

He didn’t recognize the scrawled hand at first and was utterly unimpressed with the banalities of the letter. Which of his ridiculous minions acquaintances had deigned to waste his time with their trivialities when he was already in a foul mood— ah. The only name that could have salvaged his retaliatory action filtered into Gilbert’s brain and he felt himself settle, ruffled feathers tucking back into place.

He re-read the letter a few times, appeased that his little rabbit seemed to be making good on their deal. There was nothing of particular substance to note, so he set the parchment aside and resumed his planning with a slightly renewed sense of patience. When the owl that had delivered it realized there was to be no answer, it gratefully took off back out the window— wing intact.

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November 4th, 1895

It was a good thing he hadn’t been holding his breath waiting for a response. None came, which was just as well. It was easier to write nonsense letters to no one than it was to think there was an actual creature who had wanted to murder him multiple times the evening they’d met. Matty dutifully continued writing, though perhaps not quite as frequently as Prusseneit had expected.

Dearest Mr. Prusseneit,

These letters have made me realize that I am rather boring. A creature of habit, I suppose. As usual, there was work, Eventides, tarot and tea, and a rather upsetting attempt at painting a portrait of a girl with a basket of kittens. In the end, it did not resemble either a girl or kittens—although the basket turned out alright.

I did spend All Saint’s Day at a farm for their harvest celebration and it was an interesting experience. It’s a good thing I wasn’t born a farmer, to say the least. I’m either allergic to hay, farm animals, or manual labor. Perhaps all three…

Cheers,
Matthew V. Eventide

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   Gilbert Prusseneit

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November 4, 1895 — Nachzehrer-Nachlass, Königsburg

Gil did not fail to notice the lagging frequency of the letters Eventide promised him, but seeing as he was no longer in Britain and they were still coming— he decided to be lenient. The latest of these amused him, but he frowned almost upon recognizing it. Eventide had no business being amusing and it would serve them both well to remember it. Gilbert folded the newest letter into the small hoard of them he’d brought with him to Prussia and locked the drawer.

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November 12th, 1895

Dearest Mr. Prusseneit,

There are rogue scarecrows running amok in Hogsmeade and I am far too busy to write something clever.

• I have met a Mr. Phineas Elmore
• Rounding up the sentient hay creatures has proven to be a pain
• They do not like tea



Sincerely,
Matthew V. Eventide

  

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November 12, 1895 — London

Back in England now and resisting the itch he had to check up on Eventide physically at every possible opportunity, Gilbert ripped open the letter and frowned at the contents. It was hurried and uninformative. Also, who in bloody blazes was Phineas Elmore? And what did they meet about? Would this be a frequent occurrence? The vampire could feel his agitation mounting like a tidal wave ready to come crashing down. He had to keep himself composed; restrained; at bay. He knew the moment he laid eyes on Eventide again that the impulse would resurface. So-- rather than present himself and demand answers like a heathen, he pulled out parchment and quill and responded for the first time in his elegant, old-fashioned scrawl.

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Mr. Eventide,

I have been lenient with you for some weeks now due to business that occupied my attention elsewhere. That business has now concluded.

If you do not wish to see me again, pray send your missives in a more timely, serious, and informative manner.

Yours,
G.P.

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   Matthew Eventide

November 15th, 1895

Dearest Mr. Prusseneit,

Your point is taken. I shall endeavor to be more informative going forward. Please find below a comprehensive account of my recent activities.

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Monday, November 11th
Weather: Overcast, light drizzle beginning around 2pm, temperature approximately 9°C
Attire: Olive waistcoat (brings out my eyes, as you may recall), charcoal trousers, brown boots

Rose at 7am. Morning necessities: successful, unremarkable.

Breakfast: two pieces of toast with butter, scrambled eggs, that abysmal tea blend (still hoping it improves - though I'm beginning to suspect it has mild laxative properties).

Departed residence at 8:15am. Arrived Ministry 8:30am.

Ministry work 8:30am-6pm:

• Assigned two Unspeakables to ongoing projects (details classified).
• Reviewed overnight incident reports from the various chambers.
• Met with Mr. Watson regarding scheduling conflicts for next week's rotation (10 minutes).
• Mrs. Moony requested clarification on access protocols for new security measures (5 minutes).
• Brief consultation with Department Head regarding interdepartmental coordination.

Luncheon at 12:30pm: Sandwich from the Ministry's food trolley (ham and cheese, slightly stale bread), apple, water.

Afternoon visit to the privy: 3pm, sufficiently regular.

Departed Ministry 6:05pm.

Stopped at Slug & Jiggers for potion ingredients (13 minutes). Arrived home 6:45pm.

Supper: Leftover roast, potatoes, carrots.

Received visit from Cousin Marguerite (2 hours of unwanted matrimonial advice).

Evening: relieved myself at 9pm, slightly delayed due to stress from said cousin.

Sleep: 6 hours, restless. Retired at 11pm, woke twice during the night.

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Tuesday, November 12th:
Weather: Clear morning, fog rolled in by afternoon, temperature dropped to 7°C
Attire: Practical work robes, brown boots (scuffed during scarecrow wrangling)

The scarecrow incident you're already aware of. Rose at 6am due to emergency summons.

Answered nature's call: hurried, accomplished. Breakfast: Toast only, no time for eggs.

In Hogsmeade from 7am-4pm coordinating Ministry response to animate vegetation. Interacted with:

• Seven fellow Ministry employees (including three Unspeakables pulled from their assignments for emergency duty)
• Four Hogsmeade shopkeepers
• Approximately twelve civilians
• And one Mr. Phineas Elmore who's grand idea it was to animate the scarecrows in the first place.

Luncheon: Grabbed a meat pie from a street vendor (mediocre at best) around 1pm, ate while pursuing animate hay. Digestion was notably disrupted by physical exertion.

Returned home exhausted at 5pm.

Supper: Soup, bread.

Digestive matters resolved: notably disrupted by the day's events - 7pm and again at 10pm (the stress, you understand).

Sleep: 7 hours, dreamless. Bed by 9pm.

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Wednesday, November 13th:
Weather: Intermittent rain showers, cold, approximately 6°C
Attire: Navy waistcoat, grey trousers, tried a new cravat pin (silver, understated)

Rose at 7:30am (still recovering from scarecrows). Bodily functions: sluggish but adequate.

Breakfast: Porridge with honey, proper Earl Grey this time. The change in tea varieties has improved my digestive regularity considerably.

Ministry 9am-7pm:

• Coordinated damage control from previous day's incident.
• Filed reports with Magical Law Enforcement and Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
• Reassigned the three Unspeakables back to their regular duties.
• Dealt with extensive paperwork regarding equipment requisitions.
• Attended mandatory interdepartmental meeting regarding security protocols (tedious, two hours that could have been accomplished via owl).

Luncheon: Ministry food trolley - shepherd's pie, surprisingly decent.

Lavatory appointment: 2pm, perfectly timed.

Evening: Attended family dinner at the estate in Seer Green.

Supper consisted of: roasted chicken, root vegetables, three types of bread I didn't ask for, two desserts I couldn't refuse.

Present: Great-Grandmother, Great-Grandfather, their children and spouses (including my parents), aunts, uncles, and many cousins.

Topics discussed: my continued unmarried state, the family tea business, cousin's engagement, and whether I've gained or lost weight since last month (inconclusive, though given the two desserts, I have my suspicions). Duration: 4 excruciating hours.

Nature called: 11:30pm, somewhat urgently after the heavy meal.

Sleep: 5 hours, interrupted. Returned to own residence by midnight, tossed and turned until nearly 2am due to indigestion.

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Thursday, November 14th:
Weather: Bitterly cold, frost on the ground, clear skies, approximately 4°C
Attire: Warmest wool waistcoat (forest green), heavy cloak, wished I'd worn thicker socks

Rose at 7am feeling poorly rested. Personal matters attended to: delayed until 8am due to lingering indigestion from previous evening's excess.

Breakfast: Plain toast and weak tea - anything else seemed inadvisable given my stomach's protests.

Ministry 8:45am-5pm (left early due to headache):

• Supervised morning rotation between research chambers.
• Mr. Morgan stopped by regarding some calculations related to one of our ongoing projects (approximately 4 minutes, mostly about weather affecting measurement accuracy).
  
• Met with Department Head - received new administrative assignment for weekend work (details classified, but it involves far too much reading).
• Ms. Scamanader asked if I was feeling well - apparently I looked puffy.

Luncheon: Skipped entirely. Stomach still unsettled. Afternoon facilities visit: 2:30pm, somewhat urgent. The laxative tea properties I mentioned previously may be cumulative.

Departed Ministry 5pm. Stopped at apothecary for digestive tonic (8 minutes). Arrived home 5:45pm.

Supper: Broth and dry crackers. My constitution requires gentle handling today.

Biological obligations fulfilled: 7pm and 9pm (the double desserts continue their revenge). Attempted to read but headache persisted. Applied cold compress.

Sleep: 8 hours, much needed. Retired at 9:30pm.

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Friday, November 15th:
Weather: Continued cold, light snow flurries in morning, approximately 4°C
Attire: The olive waistcoat again (it remains my favorite), black trousers, remembered the thicker socks this time

Rose at 7am feeling considerably improved. Morning necessities: 7:30am, back to normal rhythm.

Breakfast: Scrambled eggs, toast, back to the dreadful tea (apparently I'm a glutton for punishment, though my digestion has adapted).

Ministry 8:30am-6:30pm:

• Reviewed security clearance requests for two new Unspeakables joining the department next week.
• Coordinated with Magical Law Enforcement regarding access protocols.
• Dealt with administrative correspondence - primarily budget requisitions and equipment maintenance schedules.
  
• Supervised afternoon chamber rotations.
  
• Seven different interactions with coworkers throughout the day (names available upon request, though most were brief and work-related).

Luncheon: Brought food from home - cold chicken, bread, apple. Much safer than the trolley's experimental "international cuisine day."

Afternoon: attended to nature, 3pm, unremarkable.

Received correspondence from Aunt Mildred (another invitation to tea with an eligible young lady - declined).

Had brief discussion with Department Head regarding tomorrow's assignment - I'm to review classified documentation all day Saturday. Thrilling.

Departed Ministry 6:30pm. Stopped at stationers for more parchment (you're using up my supply, Mr. Prusseneit) - 10 minutes. Arrived home 7:15pm.

Supper: Sensible portion of fish, vegetables, no dessert.

Current time: 9pm. Privy visit: Just completed, normal.

Currently writing this very letter.

Sleep quality: Unknown as yet, though I'm optimistic given my improved digestive state. Plan to retire by 10pm.

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I trust this provides the level of detail you require. Should you need further specificity regarding fiber intake, the precise timing of bodily functions, or perhaps a detailed analysis of my sock drawer organization, I remain at your service.

Respectfully,
Matthew V. Eventide

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November 15, 1895 — London

The owl that huffed along a few days later was heavily laden. Gilbert raised a brow as he disentangled his novel of a communication from Eventide whose handwriting he’d since come to not only recognize— but memorize. (Reading letters over and over again whenever one was manic would do that to a person.) He was already nonplussed with the response, knowing that this was likely some attempt at a joke and preparing himself for the inevitable. The contents were actually very informative. Too informative, if Gilbert was honest.

Irritated and only reading about half of what was written, he rolled the novelette back up and set it aside with the others. Gilbert’s patience had run out.

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Mr. Eventide,

While I appreciate your thoroughness in fully enlightening me on your experiences, you’ve made me realize just how insufficient a letter truly is. There is no level of detail that can capture the true essence of your being and so I’ve decided to visit.

Stay alert. I shall see you soon.

Yours,
G.P.

  

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