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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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January, 1881 - What Will Later Be Banff National Park, Canada
Oliver had been right all along, no surprise there - this trip was making Dev feel better. There was nothing like an excursion through the wilderness to connect one with one's inner peace, especially when they were as isolated as they were now, in the mountains, no one around them. Once they got back, Dev would go to his parents and explain, and surely they would understand - he and Nathalie were going to have a muggle life, one they approved of, and Dev rather thought that Grandfather would approve of Nathalie if he went over his parents' head. Nathalie was, after all, white.

There was a thick layer of snow on the ground but the sky was a cheery blue, despite the frigid wind that picked up every few minutes. With nothing but the gear on their backs and a few more days in the mountains before they'd head home, Dev was feeling particularly light at heart.

"If it weren't for magic we probably would have frozen to death by now," Dev said cheerfully.

To Say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” --

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"You're telling me," Oliver put in, with a huff of laughter in illustration. His breath expelled in a visible cloud in the cold, and even with all the warming charms he was using on his layers of clothing, he'd been complaining now and then about the temperature. They couldn't bloody live out here, that was for sure. This trip might've been his idea, but Dev seemed to be getting more out of it than Oliver was (ugh, wasn't that always the way). Oliver, on the other hand, would be rather pleased to get home.

The laughter settled into a smile, the thoughtful sort, his eyes drifting from his cousin to the icy peaks that bordered their path without really seeing them. Freezing to death would not, obviously, be an ideal outcome of the trip. ...Him freezing to death, at any rate. A shame Dev couldn't just decide to stay out here and do just that.

It was only a passing thought. An absurd idea, sparked by the offhand comment. It wasn't as though Oliver had been fantasising about pushing his cousin off one of these mountains for the whole trip with any propulsion in it. He was just tired of Dev's company, he had told himself. He found Dev more exhausting than the hiking. That was all.

There was no one else to talk to, though, so Oliver's silence - if it dragged - would be noticed. His mind was no longer on the conversation, not really. Magic, useful as it was, was a sticky issue, one they'd come here to forget for a while. "You should tell the parents that, when we get back," Oliver said, only half-joking.

Dev laughed. "Oh, I'm sure they'd take that very well," he said, with good-natured snark. His parents had not been very pro-magic lately; Dev was sure they thought constantly how much easier life would be if neither Watson nor Harriet were wizards. They would never disown them over it, but they weren't fans, either - and perhaps that was why Dev was still so in love with Miss Jennings. His parents would never actually cut him off over it; they loved him too much, their only son.

"I think Jaya's starting to soften, though," he added thoughtfully, "But she's never held a grudge for very long."

To Say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” --

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Oliver snorted. Their general distaste for magic was living on as strongly as ever, though he expected they would waver a little if their son’s life was saved by it.

(How would they react to a dead son?)

Dev’s theories about his mother were not good news, anyway. The woman was too soft - too soft towards her son, at least. And presumably she would gradually get to know Dev’s Miss Jennings, and like her, and so would their grandfather - she was a healer, and even if that was in the magical world, it probably meant she was the sort of person they would get on with - and then Watson would be married, have a family of his own, and be all anyone ever fucking talked about.

He missed his footing from a slight dip in the ground, and stumbled awkwardly for the next pace or two to recover his balance.

Hopefully Dev’s father would prove to have more of a backbone. Oliver could work with that.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do, then?” He asked patiently, the perfect sounding-board for all of his cousin’s tedious thoughts and problems that he’d always been. (When had he become such a masochist?)

"I guess I have to explain the situation to Miss Jennings," Watson said with a sigh. He couldn't bear to upset her - he couldn't bear to have her know that anyone disliked her - but she ought to know. After all, it was her life too. Dev was not going to drag her into his mess without at least warning her about it.

He paused just to take a sip of water from the flask at his hip. "If she still wants to be involved, then I'll have to introduce her to Jaya, and our grandfather," he said, "And if she doesn't? That's her call." It would break his heart, and he didn't think it was likely - but it was her call.

To Say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all” --

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