Journal No 16

5th March
O Captain, My Captain~
I must say the beginning change in seasons seems to be drawing people away from their hearths and hot water bottles and out in the streets. I've seen a few horse and riders about and I have been quite pleased with how social the Butter Cross has become. Why the other evening there was a gypsy fellow playing on the violin. Played a few tunes, that made for a pleasant addition to the conversation. Seems like March holds a few events in store for us. The Witchshire Adventure Society is hosting another wonderful tales from the Orient. Lady Wormwood's tales are not to be missed. There is also a Saint Patrick's dance and art show hosted by the Romantic. If I recall correctly The Vintners will be putting their art on display.

I did make inquiries towards the Roebuck's policies of shoes in the pub, and Masterson did his best to reinforce his position that only people of quality frequented his establishment. Although when pressed as to what or who deemed a person to be of quality he apologized for offending my sense of charity. What sets someone apart from the rest, what elevates them in my eyes is perhaps different than the societal norms. We humans are a judgmental lot. I have yet to meet one that wasn't.
Speaking of the Roebuck, Miss Amber seems to have had a bit of bad luck with Black Jack's ghost. The poor young woman was covered in pinch marks. The Roebuck would do well to post a sign warning it's lady clients to be wary of spectral grabs.
Lady Isabella Locheart (although later I heard her say her father's name was Fenwitch, perhaps she is traveling under her mother's name?) has newly arrived to the area and I think she is beginning to settle herself into life in the village. She seems a brave soul and did not appear to be too terrified at the prospect of staying at the Roebuck. I was very pleased to learn that she has found accommodations here at the manor.
I must say am I excited over the...study group that we have developed. I am eager to find other minds of unusual nature and talent who might find... such pursuits...inciting to say the least.
Achingly Yours, Angeline~