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February 5th, 1888 — Irvingly Casino
He would have, of course, preferred to take the meeting at one of the clubs, or even a restaurant in London. There was something Aldous found so crass, so forced about the casino—and Irvingly as a whole, if he was honest—and so the wizard had until now been successful in his efforts to avoid it. The Dutchman, though, had been quite keen to see the little mixed community, and as he would be paying for lunch and this was a business meeting, Aldous had not been in any position to debate the matter.

Fabricating an excuse had seemed rather childish an option to the wizard, and so he now sat stiffly at one of the casino’s dining tables, his brandy all but untouched and his cane resting up against the table’s edge, altogether alone as his companion had gone to relieve himself (that he knew the nature of his companion’s absence was, likewise, something he found distasteful).

The meeting had, at the very least, been fruitful. It was the Dutchman’s intent to establish magical berths in England for his steamships, which would in turn increase the shipping potential of local businesses—and tax revenues for the Ministry. It was far from a done deal, but it was a deal that Aldous would be happy to facilitate, for all that he found the man’s company onerous.

Still, it was preferable to the bowl of soup that landed in his lap, sending the wizard sprawling towards the floor in an altogether undignified fashion.




— Aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp as the result of a splinching accident. —
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#2
The gentleman seated at one of the dining tables, looking for all the world as though he were being forced to stay in his seat, in this establishment even, though a threat to either his life or his loved ones, was certainly an oddity in the casino. She had never seen him before, highly doubted she would see him again, and she had the distinct impression that unlike a number of their other patrons he was precisely as respectable as he appeared. Which made him the very last man in the building that deserved to have soup land on a highly sensitive area but the moment it did Cassie sprang into action from the other side of the room.

“Go into the back now,” she said calmly, through gritted teeth, taking hold of the perpetrator’s arm and guiding the young girl away, not wanting to even risk saying her name just in case he decided to take action against her. Tilly was just seventeen and far from the brightest, but a remarkably easy target if somebody was so inclined; she had been shaky all day since the incident last night with the Kestrals player and his wondering hands. Really it had been a matter of time.

“Sir, I really cannot begin to apologise,” she said, crouching to the ground and holding out her hand for him to pull himself up. From this close the stain on his trousers was rather…unfortunate but the soup from the kitchen was seldom what one could call hot so she hoped he had fallen through shock rather than injury. "Where does it...erm...where does it hurt?"


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#3
The offending server was spirited away by another before Aldous could react directly; instead, the wizard found himself left with another woman altogether, one who had not been involved and thus, who he could not in good conscience chastise—however much his anger might have been building.

Having landed on his bad leg had sent a pain shooting up the length of his body, rendering Aldous embarrassingly shaky as he accepted the waitress’ hand and awkwardly struggled to his feet, the bulk of his weight on his one good leg as he firmly gripped the back of his chair with the opposite hand.

With that ordeal complete and several long moments to compose himself, the wizard was at least able to reply to her inquiries.

“Only my pride, I assure you,” came his response, though his stance likely betrayed otherwise. “The apology is appreciated, but unnecessary—it was not, after all, your doing.”



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#4
“All the same sir,” she replied, resisting the urge to cast a glance behind her to ensure Tilly was out of the line of sight. One never knew when gentlemen might turn and she could only distract them for long enough before their eyes sought younger prey; of course, Cassie’s experience was tainted and she knew it, but life had taught her that the world seldom gave one an easy route through any troubles.

“Is there anything I can fetch you? A brandy perhaps?” He looked distinctly out of sorts, no matter what he might say. His landing had not been the most graceful, not the soup without heat, but Cassie would have thought both sores would be soothing themselves already and yet there was a tension to his features that concerned her. Diverting her eyes uncomfortably she caught sight of the cane that had fallen to the ground unnoticed, toppling in the jostle and she began to put the picture together.

Without comment she crouched to prop it back up and kept her gaze averted. “I think a brandy may help,” she offered kindly.


#5
"It is really quite unnecessary," Aldous protested firmly. The longer she remained, the more likely the Dutchman was to be made aware of the whole ordeal—a headache that the wizard was quite certain he did not need. He had already failed in his efforts to escape the lunch unscathed; Aldous did not fancy further wounding his pride.

“Your employers needn’t worry, if that is your concern,” he added pragmatically.



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#6
It was kind of him to say, she thought mildly, hovering with distinct awkwardness but not quite sure whether she should leave or not just yet. Most patrons wouldn't have given a second thought to her job security and yet he had offered her that without anything being offered in return.

“It’s not my only concern sir,” she said quietly, eyes still averted, feeling almost painfully gauche.

The sound of a door on the other side of the room made her gaze turn and she saw the man who had been sitting with the gentleman coming back, fortunately stopping to talk to somebody.

“He’ll be back any moment, let me help you into your seat at least?”


#7
This waitress was plainly more aware of her surroundings and patrons than had been the culprit, and after a moment, Aldous nodded his consent. Together, the two of them saw the wizard back to his chair with little more interest from those around them.



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#8
Contact was far from being a necessary requirement for her particular gifts to emerge from wherever they dwelled inside her but the moment Cassie held out an arm for the gent to lean on images came into her mind, confused and vague, but definitely born of her inner eye rather than her own thoughts.

“Your brother-” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them and she regretted them the moment they were out, biting her lip in the hope he might have misheard her.


#9
His brother? Aldous shot a sharp gaze at the waitress, brows narrowed. Reuben, of course—it was always Reuben. Had he led her astray as he allegedly had Miss Pendergast? Had Aldous been wrong to give the youngest of his brothers the benefit of the doubt in that particular situation. At least she did not appear to be pregnant; that would have tested Aldous more than he could bear.


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— Aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp as the result of a splinching accident. —
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#10
The unwelcome flashes that came into her mind were vague and utterly indistinctive, perhaps the worst kind of visions she ever received, and yet the ones that plagued her the most. If she knew some middling ill was going to befall the postman then it was easy enough to keep it to herself and be unsurprised when he was off duty for a week. With those she knew well, mostly her sisters, she often kept her tongue still less she ruin the wonder of life for them.

But with utter strangers, whose most intimate future scenes she had caught a glimpse of, it was terrible.

“He’s erm…he’s a nice gentleman I’m told?”

One that had heartbreak in his future the likes of which he had never known but how on earth could she say that?!


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#11
Aldous Crouch was no seer, but he had spent enough time at the Ministry to be more than proficient at reading people. The waitress was acting cagey—why would she have brought up Reuben (or perhaps even Roman, but that seemed decidedly unlikely) were it not something more?

“Yes, well, thank you,” Aldous returned stiffly. If she was not going to offer anything further, he was not going to pry, for prying was entirely ungentlemanly and this interaction had already been reasonably uncomfortable.



— Aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp as the result of a splinching accident. —
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#12
Had she been a more forthright woman – the sort that actually made money off her gifts – then Cassie might have pressed on, but it had been a long time since she had even attempted to do that. The hope in people’s eyes was bad enough, but having to tell them that their loved ones were going to end their days like…well…that? She had never learnt that particular trick and she didn’t have it in her to lie, as she knew others did.

“Please, I’m…I’m sorry, it was impolite of me to bring him up,” she muttered, taking another step away, glancing over her shoulder nervously. She should leave. Just go and leave this man to his friend and end this moment forever but before she did, she couldn’t stop herself from speaking once again: “Just. Treasure him, Mr Crouch.”


#13
'Impolite' and altogether suspect, Aldous thought, though he did not say it aloud—both parties were now plainly uncomfortable, and so he offered the woman only a nod as the Dutchman rejoined him. The remainder of their meeting was only perfunctory on Aldous' part, the wizard turning over the countless possible meanings of the waitress' words in his mind all the while.



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