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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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Bunny Devon for Anne Devon. My fair lady of the night
Separating was also not a great idea, though they weren't doing great at staying together anyway. If she were to volunteer to be the human sacrifice.. well... Hogsmeade had plenty of debutantes anyway...

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Beaten Down
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June 30th, 1888, Evening — St Mungo's

"I seem to have been mugged."

He heard the words, even heard himself saying them, but they felt entirely separate from the wizard who, after a nasty smash to the head and the destruction of his cane, had had a hell of a time making his way to the hospital at all.

He had been meeting a colleague at The Leaky Cauldron for...reasons he could no longer recall, and in his travels from there to Gringott's—something of a more personal matter there, the wizard was certain—had encountered some undesirables who had grabbed him from the streets, used his own skull to break his cane, and absconded into the dwindling daylight with his coin purse. The only saving grace was that his father's pocket watch had been back at the club—Aldous had been sporting a newer timepiece today.

Mentally, Aldous took inventory of his injuries:
  • His hip was killing him from trying to navigate the distance on his bad leg which was, unsurprisingly, also killing him.
  • Two ribs felt as though they were going to burst forth from his skin.
  • He had been blinded in one eye, theoretically from blood.
  • He had a splitting headache from which he thought he would never recover, and which the bright lights of the hospital were decidedly not helping.
Taken by surprise and not a skilled duelist by any means, Aldous thought he was doing well to have sustained as "little" damage as he did, though his physical wounds were secondary to his wounded pride.

Open to 1-2 St Mungo's employees of any sort!

— Aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp as the result of a splinching accident. —

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In the absence of Miss Jennings, Cordelia had been forced to take on an extra workload, though she'd never been the sort of person to complain. Her shift had never been set-in-stone, but she'd been fortunate enough to negotiate a schedule where she could return home in the evenings with enough time to see her children off to bed; however, the sudden shift in staffing had meant that her hours were extended and her time with her family was far more limited.

She'd returned to the hospital waiting room to take another case—the last before she'd be able to retire for the evening, she hoped—but was informed that the patient had been wheeled off to spell damage after it became apparent that he had not relayed the entirety of his tale to the nurse working the front desk. Instead, she was greeted by the sight of a badly-beaten gentleman whose clothing suggested he was of some importance.

Her mouth widening in shock at the extent of his injuries (and from a mugging!), she immediately moved forward and offered the gentleman her arm. "One moment, sir. I'll have a nurse bring a wheelchair," she assured him, her eyes scanning his body to figure out exactly what was wrong, even before the full story could be given.

"Have you reported the incident already?" was her second question, though it was admittedly less dire than his physical state. (She did doubt, upon second thought, that he'd have been much use to aurors summoned.)

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Though his instinct was to refuse such aid—and certainly a wheelchair!—Aldous knew that he was in no position to do so, knew that he would have to endure just a bit more damage to his pride before this ordeal was altogether finished. Reluctantly, he took the healer’s arm, even affording her a brief but grateful smile.

“I am hardly in any condition to do so,” he answered with a cough, “though rest assured that I shall be making a full report.”

That, however, could not be taken care of until he was taken care of—he hoped the amount of care necessary would, ultimately, prove minimal.

— Aldous walks with a cane and pronounced limp as the result of a splinching accident. —

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