Did you know?

The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree

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Ester Montgomery for Thomas Montgomery. The one that got away (with the pornographer...)
This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

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Love Blooms, Or Something Like It
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August 10th, 1888 — Diggory Residence, Swallowbury (@ this event)

She could not help but smile. While her glass of punch hid the expression on her lips, Inès' eyes crinkled at the corner, betraying her delight. While few had take the inclusion of music as in invitation to dance, one of the young men she had spoken to previously had taken on her advice—fire in the hair and water in the body shall your love possess—and asked a young, red-haired lass in a pale blue dress to dance. It had not, perhaps, been her most genuine prediction, but the witch reasoned that if the pair could find happiness even only for today, her job—her duty—was fulfilled.

"It warms the heart, to see the seeds of new love take root," she mused to another observer. Her tone was not quite earnest, but it was plain that Inès Valentine did not mock the scene before her. After all, to do so would be awful for business.

Open to a male who would be attending the garden party, likely MC or lower/"new money" UC!

Elliot had spent most of this little rendezvous projecting Please Don't Talk to Me as much as he could. But his curiosity re: Miss Valentine had, for once, won out over his reclusive nature - and so he was here, watching her at work. She had a good hand with the cards, and Elliot had reason to suspect her talents were genuine, or if they were not they were no more ludicrous than those of the average naming seer. And some of the attendees were certainly pairing off.

"That it does," Elliot said, although his tone was more thoughtful than anything else, because he did not really care about the adventures of Young Man and the Redhead. "Was he tea leaves or tarot?"

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She turned her head to observe her ‘companion’, rather surprised at his questions. She had expected an agreement, of course, and perhaps some banal chit-chat, but no inquiry into her methods. Inès did her best not to let her surprise show.

“Neither, sir,” she answered mystically, “for there are some about whom one just knows without the aid of tactile materials. It is what separates the true seer from a mere diviner.”

Elliot half-smiled at her. If she wasn't legitimate, then she at least put on a good show. "Lucky for the gentleman, then," he said. Certainly the dance had not ended in disaster yet. "Elliot Carmichael," he said, "We exchanged a few letters." And so Gwenda's meddling had at least provided something useful.

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“The professor!” Inès exclaimed brightly. She remembered his letters not only because of the particular interest that they shared, but because he had shown an interest in her, at least professionally. Inès loved a compliment.

“I am pleased you made it—I had meant to write to you again after the fog lifted, but was rather occupied otherwise,” she offered, her apology semi-sincere. She gestured at the event around them by way of explanation—having always been proximal to but never in charge of events, Inès had underestimated the work that would go into planning such a gathering.

She remembered!

"Oh, I can see why," he said, with a small smile at their surroundings. "I admit I was more than curious to be able to see your talents at work."

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“Directly, Professor?” she inquired with a coy smile. “I should be happy to oblige, of course—it is the reason we’re all here, after all.”

Elliot Carmichael was rather more attractive than she had expected from his letters. One did not often place “Divination instructor” and “young and dapper” together in any of the languages she was familiar with. And there was no ring on his finger—yes, Inès decided, a practical demonstration was most certainly in order!

That had not, actually, been Elliot's intention - but if he really wanted to see what she could do, this may be his best option, no matter how uncomfortable it made him. "That would certainly be helpful," Elliot said agreeably, a mischievous smile on his face despite his nervousness.

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