Alice wasn't quite sure how to react to anything anymore. Her life was turning upside down even more so than it already was, and it was all thanks to the Ministry of Magic and their new, ridiculous law about marriage. Most of the people she knew that were her age and were unmarried that were in a serious relationship had gone to the Ministry and announced that they were to be married within the next year so they wouldn't receive the letter that was now sitting on her table staring her in the face. She needed to open it, but Merlin knew she wasn't ready to.
She brought her fingers through her long chocolate colored locks and allowed her eyes to fixate on the envelope before her before she finally broke down and opened it. Her older brother, the only person she had left in the world was sitting there almost equally as anxious as he opened his own. The remaining two Tearstone siblings lives were about to change indefinitely.
The letter was almost all too haunting.
To Miss Alice Leigh Tearstone:
As we are sure you are aware, the new law of the Ministry of Magic is that all witches and wizards over the age of 18 are to marry before the end of a year's time. Most of these letters have taken the better part of a month to get out because, here at the Ministry, we are looking to find those who are most compatible together to help move our future forward in a bright sense. We have taken into consideration many things in regards to your perfect match sure as lineage, school records, job status, and other important facts about you. Today marks your first day of 365 to get married to the person we have matched you to, and hope that you will find the silver linings in this.
Your match: Oliver Wood.
Thank you for your time, and remember, we will see you soon, as in three months we have a required meeting with you and your spouse to be.
The letter itself was rubbish, but Alice felt the letter drop from her hands when she read the name. Oliver Wood, The Oliver Wood. The one who once played for Puddlemere United but changed to a Quidditch Instructor after the war. That surprised her to the high heavens.
"Why her?" her brother groaned loudly. "I got Angela Marks. I hate that woman with a blimey passion. She threw me down the stairs our first year at Hogwarts together."
"I thought you and Angela were a thing once." Alice quipped, but her brother, Erik, gave her a look.
"We were until she said I wasn't cultured enough, that Quidditch ruled my life. I am no Oliver Wood mind you!" he said, and Alice looked away. "Who'd you get anyway?"
"Oliver Wood." she replied, reluctantly and he snatched the letter from her hands and laughed loudly.
"Oh, my dear sister of mine. I hope you can handle him!" He said, as amused as could be. She put her head in her hands.
"Just because you are on the Falmouth Falcons doesn't mean that you can laugh at me for having a Quidditch player, er instructor, for a.compatible match." She quipped. "Besides you have quite a handful with Angela."
Erik shot her a look, and he sighed. "We better owl them. Want to set up a double date to meet for lunch?"
"Sure. It will.make things easier." Alice agreed as she wrote to Oliver.
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Draco straightened himself out. Today was going to be particularly interesting as he hadn't had much time to himself at all since the end of the war. He had renounced his former status as a Death Eater and had been going to lessons to become a healer. His mother had.never been prouder, but today, she stood before.him, her face almost grave. He had received hos.letter yesterday from the Ministry.
Today he was to meet his.match, Evangeline Hastings, and her family decided to tag along from what he understood. He looked.to his.mirror again before running.his.fingers through his.hair.
"How do I look, mum?" He asked, and Narcissa smiled.
"You look wonderful, Draco, now.come, they'll be arriving any moment.now." she said, and he gave a nod.
He was.in a nice.pair of jeans with a black blazer over a white button down shirt, and he.sighed as.he descended the stairs. Let the day be.over with soon.
She brought her fingers through her long chocolate colored locks and allowed her eyes to fixate on the envelope before her before she finally broke down and opened it. Her older brother, the only person she had left in the world was sitting there almost equally as anxious as he opened his own. The remaining two Tearstone siblings lives were about to change indefinitely.
The letter was almost all too haunting.
To Miss Alice Leigh Tearstone:
As we are sure you are aware, the new law of the Ministry of Magic is that all witches and wizards over the age of 18 are to marry before the end of a year's time. Most of these letters have taken the better part of a month to get out because, here at the Ministry, we are looking to find those who are most compatible together to help move our future forward in a bright sense. We have taken into consideration many things in regards to your perfect match sure as lineage, school records, job status, and other important facts about you. Today marks your first day of 365 to get married to the person we have matched you to, and hope that you will find the silver linings in this.
Your match: Oliver Wood.
Thank you for your time, and remember, we will see you soon, as in three months we have a required meeting with you and your spouse to be.
The letter itself was rubbish, but Alice felt the letter drop from her hands when she read the name. Oliver Wood, The Oliver Wood. The one who once played for Puddlemere United but changed to a Quidditch Instructor after the war. That surprised her to the high heavens.
"Why her?" her brother groaned loudly. "I got Angela Marks. I hate that woman with a blimey passion. She threw me down the stairs our first year at Hogwarts together."
"I thought you and Angela were a thing once." Alice quipped, but her brother, Erik, gave her a look.
"We were until she said I wasn't cultured enough, that Quidditch ruled my life. I am no Oliver Wood mind you!" he said, and Alice looked away. "Who'd you get anyway?"
"Oliver Wood." she replied, reluctantly and he snatched the letter from her hands and laughed loudly.
"Oh, my dear sister of mine. I hope you can handle him!" He said, as amused as could be. She put her head in her hands.
"Just because you are on the Falmouth Falcons doesn't mean that you can laugh at me for having a Quidditch player, er instructor, for a.compatible match." She quipped. "Besides you have quite a handful with Angela."
Erik shot her a look, and he sighed. "We better owl them. Want to set up a double date to meet for lunch?"
"Sure. It will.make things easier." Alice agreed as she wrote to Oliver.
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Draco straightened himself out. Today was going to be particularly interesting as he hadn't had much time to himself at all since the end of the war. He had renounced his former status as a Death Eater and had been going to lessons to become a healer. His mother had.never been prouder, but today, she stood before.him, her face almost grave. He had received hos.letter yesterday from the Ministry.
Today he was to meet his.match, Evangeline Hastings, and her family decided to tag along from what he understood. He looked.to his.mirror again before running.his.fingers through his.hair.
"How do I look, mum?" He asked, and Narcissa smiled.
"You look wonderful, Draco, now.come, they'll be arriving any moment.now." she said, and he gave a nod.
He was.in a nice.pair of jeans with a black blazer over a white button down shirt, and he.sighed as.he descended the stairs. Let the day be.over with soon.