July 23rd, 1888 - Belby Residence, London
Aria Belby
The full moon hung in the sky. Or it would, in a few hours, something that they were all well aware of yet were also not acknowledging. Begonia was antsy, but this was a separate issue - with the fog in Hogsmeade, there was less to do with the season. With less of a season, she had nothing to do. With nothing to do, she had taken up embroidering again, and she did not enjoy embroidering.
The after dinner conversation had Begonia in the parlor with just her niece. She was stabbing the fabric of her embroidery repeatedly. In theory it would eventually be flowers. How did people find this soothing? She nearly stabbed herself in the index finger when Aria got to the crux of her story.
"You saw a mugging?" Begonia said. She did not sound horrified; instead she sounded rather jealous.
The after dinner conversation had Begonia in the parlor with just her niece. She was stabbing the fabric of her embroidery repeatedly. In theory it would eventually be flowers. How did people find this soothing? She nearly stabbed herself in the index finger when Aria got to the crux of her story.
"You saw a mugging?" Begonia said. She did not sound horrified; instead she sounded rather jealous.