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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree


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Ester Montgomery for Thomas Montgomery. The one that got away (with the pornographer...)
This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa


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#17
Syd wondered, briefly, if Miss Carmichael was being discouraging on purpose. He couldn't blame her, not in the slightest. Perhaps he had missed his chance after all and she was just humoring him. Maybe she really would rather be shot of him altogether at this point.  The sudden realization of that possibility struck him much harder than he would have liked.

"Is there no cause to pry, then?" He asked, almost cautiously, his previous confidence slipping a little. He eyed her carefully, one eyebrow raised slightly. Though he would be loathe to admit it, her reply would determine his next step, whether or not he tried to mend things between them or had to leave her alone. Merlin what he wouldn't give for a stiff drink right about now.



“Now we're back to the beginning
it's a feeling no one knows yet.”

deep quote code by Soph ♥
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“Not unless…” Ginny trailed off eyes widening in concern as the aforementioned Mrs. Podmore began to approach the pair.

“I think I hear my brother calling,” she informed the wizard with a pointed nod in the direction of his incoming mother. While the discomfort of her conversation with Mr. Podmore had faded as they fell back into their natural rhythm, she was not at all inclined to stick around for this new torture. With an apologetic smile for the healer, she all but evaporated back into the crowd.

The words she had intended remained unspoken.

Not unless you have a confession to make.




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