18 August, 1890
Miss Auror,I hope the past twelve hours haven't been too stressful. I believe you left something at the pub last night.

— way too attractive set by mj <3 —
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.
You had my badge?! I've been ransacking my flat and retracing my steps all night searching for it. Where did you find it?
Thank you for being a respectable citizen and returning my badge. I trust you didn't use it for nefarious purposes?
This key doesn't belong to me. Are you sure it isn't yours?
What's odd is I don't remember carrying my badge with me last night. Either way, I'm relieved to have it back and will be mentioning the incident to my superior. How peculiar.
This key is not mine. I'll be keeping it for the time being in case something comes of it. If you happen upon its owner I will be glad to return it.
Wise decision not to head into the ministry at midnight. The worst of the workaholics are there at that hour and are usually fairly grumpy. Thank you again for getting my badge back to me.
I still expect you to hit a Moroccan for me.
I was off duty and in plain clothes. Do you carry a broom and beater's bat everywhere you go?
I maintain that I was off duty, in plain clothes, and drinking. Not exactly the representative of the ministry you would want waving an auror's badge.
Next time I'll leave you to duel a dark wizard on your own. Good luck.
If you were at all aware of the potential disaster (and disaster, considering a woman did nearly get abducted) you caused, you would be less stressed about my stealth abilities — which I assure you are on par with all aurors and more concerned with your own inability to properly assess a situation. I was casting wards to protect the muggles from the spilled amortentia and dark magic, not that I need to justify myself to you.
I'm not offended in the least. If I listened to every person who doubted my abilities, I would be far from the person I am today. Rest assured I survived auror training just like the six feet oafs you readily trust and can protect our citizens.
You seemed quite surprised and ready to question my abilities. Is that not the definition of doubt?
Would we even be having this conversation if I was a tall man?
It's those assumptions that make it so difficult for women to become aurors in the first place. That if you appear tiny or distressed, then you're instantly a damsel in need of saving. Your being on board the train was a complication that nearly resulted in an innocent womab being taken. Why? Because you thought it prudent to question me when I informed you I was with the ministry. My answer should have been enough for you, but because I'm physically smaller and a woman it wasn't.
It's not an argument, it's facts. Most men — no, people, have doubted and questioned me and the few women I work with. You cannot blame me for getting defensive.