A roleplay about the Wizarding World in the Victorian Era, and a bunch of rebel teenagers ready to wreak havoc in the school because Hogwarts is Fcked Up (tm).
“I grew up with my aunt in a little cottage in the french country side.
I remember the heat of the sun on summer afternoons, picking strawberries in the garden’s bushes, collecting duck eggs and helping my aunt around. I remember the cold winter mornings spent inside, weaving wool while drinking chicory root tea.
I will always remember the teachings of my aunt. Throw salt behind yourself for good luck. Honor the earth, the water and the sky as often as you can. Pray to the moon and her cloak of night and stars. Purify from evil spirits with burning sage. And most importantly, never leave the cottage grounds.
I’ve lived there since I can remember, and have no memory of before this stone house and the familiar smell of lavender of my beloved aunt. For thirteen summers I grew at peace. That is, until she died. She was getting sick and old you see. I prepared everything for her death : opened the front door to let her soul leave, burn herbs to ease her pain, and prepared her most beloved items she would like to be buried with. But when her last breath left her body, i felt something outside of the cottage being broken. People on brooms and in black cloaks suddenly appeared around the cottage, and I fell unconscious when one of them pointed a wand to my head and spoke a spell.
Here I am, writing these words in a letter I will never send, in a red long machine that makes too much noise, something they call ”progress”, headed to a magic school forcefully.
They told me I had to use a wood wand, I had to learn oral spells, and more importantly, I had to honor my family name.
Hi, I’m Sylvae, a thirteen year old witch. And I’ve come to burn Hogwarts to the ground.” (edited)
This gives you time to copy things over.