London is an absolutely wondrous city filled with bustling people and awe-inspiring pieces of architecture. If one is to travel to its outskirts and into its countryside, though, one will find that the dainty surrounding woods offer no fewer marvels than the city. Some, especially those who have a fondness of tranquility and the necessary funds, decide to move to the rural areas.
In one of the aforementioned "dainty surrounding woods" stands a beautiful Renaissance- style house. Its most recent occupants were a couple named Fairway, whom resided there with their two daughters and son. Despite the fact that they still had ownership of the residence, which had affectionately been dubbed Rosehall because of all the roses on the windowsills, the Fairways were nowhere to be seen. No one knew what had become of the strange family.
Yes, those who had been neighbors to the family had come to the conclusion that they were, indeed, strange. No one knew what William and Anne Fairway did for a living; that is, no one but their own family and friends. Out of the latter category, only their kind knew what they were. You see, William and Anne were Aurors, wizards whose job was to apprehend Dark wizards. If people were told about the Fairway parents' occupation, many would look quizzically upon the person who informed them. They would then shake their heads, give a small chuckle, and say that it was ridiculous. If Will and Anne were "Aurors", that meant that Mr. Fairway was a wizard, and that his congenial wife was a witch. But you see, they would be absolutely correct. William and Anne Fairway were wizards, and indeed, proud of it.
In another part of England, there is also a small little village called Ottery St. Catchpole. Just outside of this village lies another house. It definitely isn't as elegant as Rosehall. No, it cannot even compare to Rosehall. However, the residence is homey and comfortable. Its three stories are filled with antique furniture and numerous odds and ends, which make the house not only comfy, but interesting. In the second floor, located in the house's east wing, is an enormous library. All of the walls are covered in bookcases, save one, where a great fireplace was sometimes lit.
It is in this room that our autumn's tale begins...
