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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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1st September, 1888 — Staff Table

Connie didn’t think she had ever been so glad in all her years to see the stones of the Great Hall glowing in the candlelight and filled with the chatter of students old and new. This summer had shook her nerves far more than she liked to let on – there was a reason the hat had considered every house but Gryffindor for her – and though she sometimes found the headmaster’s rule at the castle granite-like, for now she was rather glad of the structure.
Though she highly doubted that feeling would survive till the end of the week.
“Can you pass the wine please?” She asked of her nearest neighbour, finishing off her first glass and quickly deciding on a second. Smiling in thanks as the jug was handed to her she immediately, and embarrassingly, dropped the whole thing over herself and her neighbour when Peeves’ head popped out of the rim, blew a raspberry in her face and flew off cackling.
“I don’t suppose you have a spare napkin?” She inquired drily.

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It was nice to see the hall full of students again. While the quiet of their absence often left him with more time to work on his spells, it did also wear on one. Now the chatter filled the hall, rising up into the starry ceiling above them. Beside him sat his fellow staff members, their company much prefered for company than that which awaited him at home. Even if they didn’t always see eye to eye. Many of them he even remembered from their own student days. Like the matron of Slytherin, Miss Sykes.

At the request for wine Ellsworth chipperly responded with a “Certainly.” As he handed her the jug. Moments later the pair of them were wearing the red liquid as if it were the latest fashion, Peeves zoomed away cackling. Some things never changed, Ellsworth thought with an amused shake of his head.

Miss Sykes, I feel like that would be quite inadequate for this situation." He began cheerfully. "If you will allow me?” He reached into the pockets of his robe and withdrew his wand, he knew just the right charm to fix this situation.
If one wanted something charmed away Connie couldn’t think of anybody more suited to doing it than the charms professor himself, even if it was far from a tricky feat. Still, she already felt a fool for letting Peeves get to her again – she really was beginning to feel personally victimised – so no doubt her run of bad luck would continue with her wand exploding in her face.

“Much obliged Professor,” she replied with a small smile. “I swear Peeves will be the end of me one of these days.”

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Not to worry, not to worry.” Ellsworth waved away her thanks not in least bit perturbed by the events of the past few moments. With a wave of his wand and a quick nonverbal charm that Ellsworth had perfected in his youth while experimenting with such things, the dark red wine had all but vanished. “Cleaning spells, handing it seems for more than just staff.” Ellsworth explained with a chuckle incase she should fret at whatever charm he had just cast might have a malicious intent.

As he settled back in to his quite delicious plate of food before him, only a bit soggy for the incident with the wine (it did add an nice flavor), Ellsworth chuckled at her comment. “I do believe you are not the first to say that, nor the last I’m sure.” He bit into the candied carrots with a smile. He’d always had a fondness for carrots - even wine soaked ones. “It wouldn’t surprise me if that were his intent, if you’ll allow me to be frank.” Despite the seriousness of his words, his eyes crinkled merrily and smile crooked the edges of his lips
The mere thought that Peeves might have singled her out for a personal vendetta was so immediately distressing that Connie reached for the wine jug to her left and poured herself a fresh glass. If she was even going to entertain the notion then she was going to need something to make it more bearable as, given how many times she had fallen prey to his japes in the last few years, she was not hopeful of getting out of this year unscathed.

“Is there no way to be rid of him Professor?” It had crossed her mind before of course, but quite how they would manage it she didn’t know. “I doubt even the Headmaster would object to that course of action.”

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In the eight decades that Ellsworth had taught at Hogswarts no one seemed to have managed to rid themselves of Peeves. Ellsworth didn't mind his antics to be perfectly honest. Although he did have his moments of interrupting classes that Ellsworth did find annoying from time to time. But he'd simply become an accustom to it.

"Ah, spirits seems to like to wander where they land. Although, perhaps one day the Spirit Division at the ministry might devise something to do the trick." Ellsworth put forth thoughtfully, pausing to take a bite of ham from his plate and follow it with a sip of wine. "Although I think we might find if that were to happen that we miss his antics."
There were a number of subjects upon which Connie was more than happy to listen to the wisdom of her elders, but the very thought that she might miss Peeves was so ludicrous it nearly drove Connie to fits of hysterics. Only her deep seated respect for the Professor prevented her from doing so, though it was a very close call.

“I’m sure you’re right Professor,” she replied amicably, lying through her teeth and taking a sip of wine to cover her grimace. “I swear he was never so bad when I was a student, though perhaps I just don’t remember as clearly as I used to,” she took a sip of wine, not intending to emphasise the reason for her point but doing so nevertheless.

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