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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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Oh, Dear
June 10th, 1888 — Whitledge Residence, Wellingtonshire
Darling read Witch Weekly more out of habit than anything. Sometimes the tips were helpful and she found the quizzes to be quite enjoyable. What wasn't so enjoyable was to come across your own brothers name in print latching him to a girl with a romantic fashion. This wasn't the first time such rumors had reached her ears about her brother but she tended to choose to remain ignorant. This wasn't something she could easily ignore though - not when it was down in print for anyone to read and believe.

"Handsome?" She called out as she went in search of her eldest sibling and felt quite out of depth when she managed to find him. "There's something that I thtink you need to see..."
A loss for Hogsmeade earlier in the week had meant that Handsome was part-pouty and part-frustrated, mostly because there was little he could do to assist his team. Being on reserve didn't allow him much time to play, and when it did, he was usually unprepared—mostly from inexperience—for the skill level of the chasers on the opposing teams. Still, their coach had taken great pleasure in bitching at him after lackluster performance at the following training, and Handsome had begun appreciating how easygoing MacFusty had been by comparison.

He was sitting in a very ungentlemanly-like position in the drawing room, his entire body sprawled out on one of the armchairs with his legs hanging over one of the armrests. He was reading one of the newest editions of his favorite quidditch matches, and he on more than one occasion had to remind himself not to be disappointed when he read about one of his old favorite team's poor performances.

When Darling walked in, he immediately tried to make himself look more decent, though found himself with an expression of confusion across his features at her words.

"What's wrong?" he said, trying to catch a glimpse of what publication she was holding.

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