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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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7th July, 1888 — The Slums
This was not the summer in Hogsmeade that Silence Daisy had wanted. They were supposed to open up the Summer Solstice Festival and everyone would come flocking to the carnival and Daisy would make some new friends and have some adventures and buy a wand and see the village and get to go to Hogwarts in September.

And she'd hardly even seen the village, because of all this silly, silly fog. It had been a little bit fun at first, but not being able to do magic had put a damper on her finally-get-a-wand plans and also on the carnival opening.

And then last week, after the toads, the locusts had raged through the town and ravaged much of the carnival and the park. Locust carcasses were still turning up in her cot and her clothes, and there was now a great deal of tent-mending to be done.

So Daisy had slipped away, because working was boring and there was still a lot of Hogsmeade she hadn't seen yet. She'd gotten told off for lurking about in the fancier parts of town, so today she had wandered past the High Street towards the shabbier streets of houses. She didn't know precisely where she was going (alright, she was terribly lost), but after a while of trying - and failing - to scale a wall to see if she could squint through the fog and figure out where she was, Daisy had caught sight of a creature slinking about. It looked like a cat, she thought, but not quite a cat. "Here, puss," she said, crouching eagerly, but the cat was already weaving away. Daisy, without a thought, scampered after it, trying not to lose it in the fog. She'd pet it eventually, she would!
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With a wide grin, Billie checked and double checked the makeshift satchel she'd fashioned out of a rather nasty bit of old linen and fraying rope. Inside, she carried all her 'worldly' possessions, and, now, some newly earned food. There was a certain bounce in her step as she rounded a corner, shoulder brushing against the wall of a building. All the recent chaos had been landing her fairly regular work, which meant less nights with an empty stomach. Chasing toads and locusts had been especially prosperous. Well, by her standards, anyways.

Despite the fog, Billie had become somewhat adept at zigzagging her way through the streets of Hogsmeade. At least to a few places of interest, that is. Though, if she tended to wander enough, she seemed to find herself in more familiar territory eventually. Perhaps, she was just lucky, or the 'breadcrumbs' that consisted of mounds of pebbles and the odd 'x' of chalk (when she could nick some) were actually productive.

Daisy's voice found its way to her ears, and she came to a sudden stop. At first, she didn't see the girl, only the cat that she seemed to be following. Billie had no idea it wasn't quite a regular cat. Squinting, she called out, "Pounce, tha' you?" Perhaps, it was the feline she had befriended and named. It was hard to tell until it got close enough.

Soon, Daisy fully came into view, and the ragamuffin relaxed just slightly. Upon initial inspection, she realized the girl wasn't an adult, which was less dangerous. However, a feeling of unease still crept up on her, and she curled her fingers around the satchel protectively. "Hello." One could never be too careful.


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