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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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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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Head Full Of Doubt, Road Full Of Promise
July 12th, 1888 — Sanditon Resort
Merriweather Mulciber
Boredom, while undoubtedly a fact of life for an idle eleven-year-old girl, was a topic of conversation that Flora's governess had diligently trained her to avoid; however, the sudden change in scenery and routine had prompted subtle changes in the way the incoming first year carried herself, and more notably, the way she spoke.

While her mother had done her best to ensure that Flora was not cooped up in their resort room for the entire day, that didn't stop the moments that she was from being the longest, most boring moments in her life! Many of her friends and even cousins were still stuck in Hogsmeade, while others were still too far away to have in-person interactions with. Her first month there had been alright—she'd been able to explore and see all the parts of the resort she was unfamiliar with—but the second was turning out to be just awful.

Mid-July meant that Hogwarts letters would be coming, but they were still trapped here. Not only that, but Hogwarts had too been enveloped by the dastardly fog, leaving Flora worrying about whether she would even be able to attend! She could not bear another year stuck at home, especially while knowing she should be elsewhere.

By early afternoon, thoughts of school and school shopping—the ifs, whens, and how specifically—were stuck on her mind. Her brother was idly lounging around the room at the same time as she, and after about thirty minutes of being unable to focus on the book that had been placed in her hands, she promptly closed it shut.

"Merriweather, what was your first year like?" she asked suddenly, glancing up at him from across the room. School was, perhaps, the best subject the two of them could relate to right now, as Flora assumed he was worried about finishing his Hogwarts education just as she was worried about starting it!

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