It was the dawn of 1998, the Great War had ended, and I was alone and husbandless.
In Britian women like myself are shunned by society and in spite of my actions as a war heroine and my contributions as a distinguished scholar, I am a misfit of society and there forth avoided by others.
Now to be clear it wasn't as if I minded this small dilemma, because in spite of what popular culture assumed, between the long hours I spent at the laboratory and my unhealthy infatuation with books, I was one of the happiest women of Britain.
However, as fate would have it, my most enjoyable lifestyle was about to take a turn for the worst.
May 27, 1901
It started as just a whisper on the streets but soon made its way into passing conversation until suddenly it became the news of the decade.
Draco Malfoy, distinguished Spell-Chemist of the London IV Institution of Spell Development had discovered a new Gaxosphere which allowed for the manipulation of space-time and created a whole new branch of spell development which was appropriately named Malthagoras or Malthagram when referring to the unit of measure in which Malfo particles were equated.
There was talk of a Wizarding Crest and many even regarded him as being "the greatest wizard of his age." It was no surprised then that many laboratories across the nation had leaped at the opportunity to dive into the fantastical new field of spell development that could only be filled with mystical opportunity. And that the very establishment she worked for promptly discarded all its current projects to join the hype around this newfound discovery and focus all its resources into exploring whatever it was that Malthagoras comprised of.
As you have probably guessed, I am not a fan of Malthagoras. Nor am I a fan of Malfoy himself. How could someone be so self-obnoxious as to name a unit of measurement after themselves? Let alone an entire field of Spell development!
Okay so perhaps that wasn't the sole reason why I disliked him. The two top institutions in Britian, the London IV Institution of Spell Development and the British School of Spells had been attempting to best one another since their establishment about a thousand years prior. To this very day the two leading Spell-Chemist of our time Malfoy and myself had been battling it out since we were both hired straight from Hogwarts after receiving top marks in our NEWTS.
Everyone had always regarded me as the superior of the two and my colleagues had even gotten into the habit of idolizing me with the expectance that I would one day just wake up and change the world of Spell development forever. But, well I didn't.
Malfoy did.
And now just to rub it in my face, he had sent a letter to my superiors requesting my assistance at the London IV Institution of Spell Development for a whole year.
And seeing as I couldn't very well just deny the newly famed Spell-Chemist - I had no choice but to comply.
This was going to be a long year.
