25 May 1894 - The Painted Lady
Ida Chang
Ida Chang
Tea was never June’s ideal situation, but being in neutral territory with Ida seemed like the best place to be right now. She’d seen Ida on her own many times before, she was one of her best friends after all, but ever since graduating Hogwarts it felt like they’d all drifted apart. Beryl had gone back to France after an unsuccessful season (and probably other reasons), and hadn’t reached out to any of them in quite some time. Poppy too had gone abroad the last few months. Ida didn’t go to as many societal events as she did, and didn’t have someone breathing down her neck to marry as soon as possible.
Being with Thaddeus was something more of a convenience than anything else, even if June did enjoy his company. She just wished Ida could see that. With a sigh, June wrapped her hands around the teacup, green eyes staring down into the liquid as if it would give her all the answers. Maybe it would if she bothered to do a tea leaf reading, but she didn’t put too much stock in that; it wasn’t like they could tell her exactly how her life would play out, anyway.
She didn’t look up until she heard Ida taking a seat across from her, and even then she could barely muster a smile. “When did we get so old?” June sighed in leu of a greeting, exasperated with the idea that there might not be much left in life for her outside of marrying and having babies.