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?
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
They've sent me home to rest. Everything looks good, all closed up. They won't let me go back to work yet, I've basically been put on bed rest, but at least it's my own bed. I hope you get proper time to let your ankle heal before you go back to work yourself.
Eavan,
I had a good idea of what to expect from him. I didn't expect that of you as well though.
I'm glad to hear you're out of the hospital and at home. Surely you'll be on your way to a speedy recovery in the comfort of your own home. And my ankle is well enough so I've been back to work for a few days now. Mostly behind the desk but here nonetheless. Let me know if you need anything and I'll gladly help. I'm sure your father has taken over in the meantime.
Yours,
Fletcher
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Eavan,
I'm sorry. I've acted like a child and.. I'd like to apologize. In person as well, if you'll see me that is.
Name a place and time and I'll be there. I hope you're well, love. I miss you.
Yours,
Fletcher
Eavan,
I'll be there. I'll bring lunch as well. So.. I'll be there around the lunch hour.
Yours,
Fletcher
