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Queen Victoria was known for putting jackets and dresses on her pups, causing clothing for dogs to become so popular that fashion houses for just dog clothes started popping up all over Paris. — Fox
It would be easy to assume that Evangeline came to the Lady Morgana only to pick fights. That wasn't true at all. They also had very good biscuits.
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Evening, 27th February, 1894 — Blott residence, Bartonburg
“Argh,” he muttered to himself, when it became clear all hope was lost. He had been leaning over the fireplace for the last five minutes, stubbornly sprinkling Floo Powder onto the flames and praying for the faintest wisp of green to appear. No such luck. She had probably broken his fireplace’s bloody connection on her way in.

So much for her going home. (Of course she didn’t know anything about planets; she didn’t even know how to use the Floo network.) Nick would have booted her out the front door by now, if the storm hadn’t kept raging – all he could see through the darkened windows now were gusts of swirling snow.

“Don’t touch anything,” he shot out as he glanced back and swore he saw her moving. There were books on most surfaces, and clutter practically everywhere, so there were far too many (precious, personal, or potentially incriminating) things in her reach. And the gall she had to be here, in his space!
Ivy Sandow



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Of all the floo malfunctions in the world, why did she have to fall victim to this one?

Blott could not get the floo restarted. Ivy had been looking rather miserably at him with her arms folded, hoping more than anything that she would be able to escape. But the floo wouldn't start, and the storm raged outside. She couldn't wander away from here.

Ivy took her coat off and held it in her hands. "Oh, I've no interest in touching anything," she said, craning her neck to look around at Blott's stuff.

Then, dismissive: "Do you own a coat rack?"



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“Yes, I own a coat rack,” Nick parroted, already vexed. “It’s in the hall,” he said, gesturing passive aggressively to the nearest door. Said coat rack maybe also had a variety of things that were not hats and coats hanging from it, because space was space – and he didn’t often have visitors, anyway, so what did it matter if there was room for their coat? He certainly didn’t – shouldn’t – care what she thought.

“Make yourself at home,” he added snidely. He had no choice but to be snide, here: if he wasn’t, there would only be encroaching despair.




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