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Fern-hunting parties became popular, allowing young women to get outside in a seemingly innocuous pursuit with less rigid oversight and chaperoning than they saw in parlors and drawing rooms. They may have even had the occasional romantic meetup with a similarly fern-impassioned beau. — Bree

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Now that he had walked up to them, he couldn't exactly whirl around and get going. That would be rude. And was not, presumably, how straight men seduced their future wives.

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1st May, 1888 — Diagon Alley

Temperance had read through the note so many times she had eventually considered herself ridiculous and stashed it in the second-hand writing desk in her hallway. Her sense that somehow it was a trick had not been abated even when she had learnt others at the church had received the same epistle and so it was with great hesitancy she took herself to Diagon Alley.

It was not as bad as she had anticipated. Nowhere near the solemn celebration it ought to have been but the grubby looking young men who appeared to be in charge were at least to be commended for making some kind of effort. Precious few did. And she was not entirely averse to their other messages, though she certainly did not believe that garlands of roses, however beautiful, were the way to get the word out. Still, they were pleasing, and there didn’t seem to be any harm in having one looped about her wrist: she absolutely refused categorically to have it on her head.

Striding along the street she began to worry that perhaps the heat was getting to her. She was not prone to being affected by the weather but Temperance found herself seeking out the shaded corners of the bust street to avoid the warmth of the sun and the crowds – unfortunately it was to no avail and as her eyes alighted on a young man/woman* who seemed to have a similar idea it was as though another rush of warmth had assaulted her.

It had to be magic of some kind.

“Peculiar...it is most peculiar is it not?”
Ray had left the damned coral roses on his head after the young lady had offered hers to him. It would have been rude to decline them even if the initial round of roses had been gladly destroyed from no fault of his own. But it hadn't taken long before he'd started to feel a bit..off and had decided to head out of the crowd for a breather before he was set to work slinging some free booze to the party goers.

The solitude and shade of an alleyway had been much welcomed and he'd even gone so far as to press his forehead against the cold brick of the wall, knocking the crown slightly askew in the process. His solitude was eventually interrupted, however, as a woman started prattling on in a somewhat confusing matters. He looked at her, an eyebrow raised, before looking around to see if perhaps she were speaking to someone else. "Peculiar?" he parroted back, though in more of a confused question than what she'd asked.

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His response did little to comfort her. She had hoped it was not just her but the young man seemed content enough, which may well have been a result of the alcohol she could smell of his breath even from this distance. It was quite revolting and reminded her forcibly of the unfortunates she had attempted to help in her youth with charity and patience before their refusal to better themselves had almost made her doubt her own cause. Those had not been especially fine times in her life but she clung to them as reminders of the squalid underbelly that it seemed some were unable to avoid becoming a part of.

And yet, despite all of that, he was not as off-putting as her mind wanted him to be.

“The heat. Surely you can feel it too?”
Ray couldn't help the smirk that danced on his features as the woman mentioned heat. Sure, it was warm but he was fairly certain that wasn't exactly what was bothering him. The heat was centralized in one specific area of his body and it didn't help when another was in such close proximity.

He eyed her cautiously but eventually found his gaze wandering as he fully looked the woman over. She was older, that was for sure, but he didn't find that to be exactly off putting. If anything, her age added a whole other allure. He'd bedded a fair amount of women before but never one older than him. At least, according to them they hadn't been.

"Surely," he parroted again as he pushed away from the wall to step closer to her, "But I'm not sure it's the same kind of heat you're thinking to be bothered by."

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