Open to a hurlable UCAB/MCAB gentleman!

There were very few occasions where Helga was permitted to go to London on a whim, with her mother saying she had no need to wander around the filthy city unless it was for the purpose of finding a suitable husband — something she'd said was "most likely to happen during the season". In her mother's terms, that was a firm no.

Except it wasn't a "no" this time, because she'd had one of her wealthy friends ask her join her posse while they went to the House of Lytton. While the Scamander family was by no means poor, her mother had never seen a reason to purchase her daughter "high fashion" dresses when Twilfit & Tatting's made gowns that were just as stunning and just as functional. Boo. Upon entering the store with her friends, Helga had been absolutely delighted by the twinkling lights — some of which were even coming from the dresses and accessories themselves!

Oh, how she dreamed for a life where she could wear things like that!

In the midst of her distraction, Helga found herself wandering far too close to a gentleman inside the establishment, only noticing her breath of personal space when she nudged his side with her elbow.

"Oh!" she gasped, turning to look up at the gentleman. "I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid I was distracted by—" No, she couldn't say that. It would make her seem all poor and uncultured. This was a regular sight to rich ladies. "What I meant to say that - um." Well darn diddly. "I meant to say that I sorry, yes!"