it has been six months since the marriage law was first announced, yet only two weeks since the first matches were sent out. emotions are running wild at the prospect of having to marry and procreate with a complete stranger, some people entirely here for it and others opposing it with their very being. the reporters aren’t the only ones that are polling the population and with hushed whispers surrounding a group that threatens to upset the balance, it can’t help but pose the question: will you lie down and take the life that the ministry wants you to have or will you rise up and stand for what you believe in?
this is an optional task, but if you choose to do so, it should be posted no later than friday, november 10th by 11:59pm est. be sure to tag it as mhqtask001. below the cut, you can find additional information & please like this post once you have read it.
choosing to do this task & how you may respond may influence you / your character’s involvement in a future plot drop.
for this task, you should write a self-para or drabble about your character’s response to the marriage law, whether you choose to reflect on when they first found out about the law, the time between the announcement and matches being made, or after they have found out who they’re meant to be matched with is entirely up to you, or feel free to include a combination of any of them.
while you’re writing, we ask that you touch on at least one, if not more, of the following questions:
are they for or against the law?
what kind of response did they have when the marriage law was made public?
how did they feel about being forced to marry a specific blood status? if pureblood, how do they feel about marrying a muggleborn or halfblood? if muggleborn or halfblood, how do they feel about having to marry a pureblood?
where was their life at or going prior to the law?
what plans did they initially have for their future?
what did they do after the marriage law was announced? did they spend time abroad? seek out the minister for answers? threaten, get angry? plot to rebel?
how did your character respond to who they ended up matched with? did they know them prior to this? were they angry, upset, overjoyed?
have they met since they were matched? what was their opinion or how did they find the meeting?
would they rebel if they felt they could? or would they marry the person they were matched with because it is the right thing to do? or would they have their wand snapped before they even considered marrying someone they didn’t want to?
if you have any questions, feel free to just message the main & we’ll be happy to help.
𝔓𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 in the cool february air, spilling from the decorated porcelain cup. there is a chip on the gold-lined edge, from when mister eduardo da costa accidentally dropped the fragile china during clara's first tea party. she could've easily mended the imperfection with a reparo charm, which she had already learned in castelobruxo by then, but even the chip in her favorite cup held a sentimental value from the time she hosted her first event. a tiny golden spoon mixes the raw honey with the dandelion tea that fills the cup to the brim. clara da costa, satisfied with the hot beverage, rests the spoon on the saucer and brings the cup, decorated with hand-painted roses, to her rosy lips. on the other hand she holds a pen, and in front of her is a sketchbook.
clara da costa is not one for arts and crafts. however, the sketchbook is heavy and fattened by newspaper and magazine clippings, hand-drawn sketches of girls in pompous white dresses, samples of various laces, and even dried rose petals. the leather notebook is worn, some clippings are yellowed by time, and the latest aditions are fairly recent. clara keeps the notebook on her bookshelf, along with editions of witch weekly and witch romances. clara da costa is not one for arts and crafts, but she has kept the notebook since she was six and attended her first wedding. it was seventeen years ago. now, it has been two days since clara found out she is never getting her dream wedding. because the dream always involved someone she loved, and now she was getting married to civil obligation.
as she peruses the carefully glued clippings from witch bride magazines and fancy invitation paper samples, warm tears taint the delicate lace-covered pages of dreams she'll never get to live. so much she had to sacrifice in moving to the united kingdom. so much she had already sacrificed to help rebuilt a society that had only been hers for the past three years. she should not have to sacrifice her dream of marrying the love of her life. her olive fingers brush textures of different fabrics she one day envisioned would decorate her face as a veil. the honey tastes bitter. clara was driven by one thing all her life, and it was a blind fate that one day she would marry the love of her life and become just like her mother. that was the dream, the plan, the vision. now she had to set for getting to meet the person she would spend the rest of her life with as ink and paper, instead of a glance between two souls that would change her entire life.
the chip in the golden-lined edge turns into a million porcelain pieces. the smell of dandelion tea and raw honey fills the room. seven-inch heels crush a hand-painted rose. the crushing encounter of the china and the marble floors startles clara, and she realises her scarlett painted nails no longer hold the favorite cup. she doesn't have the energy to pick up her cottonwood wand now.
clara da costa left the sun, her first love, in brazil, for the foggy and unforgiving skies of england out of civil obedience. out of letting go of her selfishness and attempting to help a destroyed community recover from a scarring war. clara da costa gave her everything, pouring her soul naked and raw live. she wasn't a rebel, and she would comply with the law if that meant a better future.
still, civil obedience wouldn't mend her broken heart.
