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Emilia Wright for Jude Wright. Casually alienating offspring since 18882.
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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As the World Falls Down
September 9th, 1888 - Padmore Park docks

It wasn't unusual for her to spend part of her Sunday at the park if she could, Elsie didn't have much to occupy her time these days outside of work. Oh how she wished she worked today. Today she had to make a concentrated effort to simply be by herself and wallow. It was childish and she knew that; she'd done this to herself, but that didn't make it any easier. Nearly six months later and it still stung like it was yesterday.

She should have been up early in the kitchen helping Cook to bake something, wrapping it up and sending it off. That was how she'd spent every September ninth since graduating. Before that she just asked a house elf at school to help her out. For the first time in seven years there was no package to wrap up, nothing to bake, no reason to try and celebrate and it hurt. No amount of telling herself she'd done the right thing, that this was easier, better for him, none of it had sunk in. She still felt guilty and like she'd made a huge mistake, but that teeny tiny part of her that housed her self-preservation was like a lock that she'd hidden the key for. One turn of the key and everything would come undone. So far she'd only broken down once and written, when she'd learned about the expedition, but maybe that had been another selfish move. Elsie would have never forgiven herself if something had happened to him; he had to know she still cared, right? It had turned out fine in the end, but it had upset her more than she was willing to admit.

There was an early morning mist sitting atop the water and she couldn't even see much, but it was nothing like the fog of the summer. Elsie stood on the end of the dock that moored the boats of Padmore Park, Dora sitting very patiently beside her watching the ducks on the pond. The crisp air of the early morning had her pulling the rich blue shawl around her shoulders a little tighter though she reached down to pet her pup's head idly. On a sigh, Elsie wasn't even sure what she was doing here exactly, but she wouldn't have been able to sit at home and simmer in peace, so her only option was to get out and take a walk. It helped to soothe the restlessness in her limbs, but nowhere else. At this point she didn't know if there would ever be a way to ease the perpetual dull ache in her chest, she'd just kind of come to accept it.

Els had no real idea of how much time she'd stood on the end of the dock just staring out over the water, but by the time she even thought about heading home, the mist was evaporating and the sun well and truly shining. Dora had waited patiently the entire time, so quiet and focused, that Elsie would have forgotten the pup was there if it weren't for her gentle pressure leaning against Elsie's skirts. "Come on lovey, want to go play fetch for a few minutes?" The mutt's ears perked up at the mention of fetch and the pair meandered back down the dock. Els let Dora off her lead to let the pup find herself a stick for their game. She watched with a sad sort of bemused smile on her lips as Dora sniffed one out but didn't immediately bring it back to Elsie to be thrown. "Dora?" She called softly, finding her pup had been distracted by another guest in the park.

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With the fog gone Percy had resumed his normal walks, as he was wont to do, a fact for which Lily seemed most grateful for. His dog didn't seem to mind that Percy now walked at a slower pace or that his cane clumped along with them, she was just happy to be outside. Percy had to admit he was happy to be outside too, and in air that smelled perfectly normal.

Typically he took Lily out in the evenings, but with Quin out if the house it was almost too quiet and Percy found himself restless. He had woken much too early in the morning to head to work and as such had decided that the best thing to do was stretch his legs.

They had just neared the Padmore Park Pond when a pup came scampering out of nowhere, Lily yapped happily, her small frame wagging with her tail at the site of a new friend. She sniffed the pup as Percy leaned down, using his cane to hold him. "Why hello there, where's your owner?" He asked as he gently pet the puppy's soft fur.

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Elsie rounded a little bend in the scenery to find Dora making friends with another dog, and presumably its owner, was petting Dora. From where sure stood tough, he was unfamiliar to her.  Even her family pet was better at making friends than she was apparently. Then again, she supposed she wasn't surprised.

It was then that a familiar voice reached her ears and Elsie at least had to smile slightly at her luck. At least if she was going to run into somebody, it was nice that she knew them. Though now Elsie was starting to wonder just how often she was going to run into Mr. Adlard when she was feeling lousy in some way or another.

Dora finally noticed her, whole body wagging in delight at the extra attention. She gave one gleeful bark before bounding back toward Elsie. Chuckling, Elsie bent to scratch her dog behind the ears. "Hello, She managed softly, trying not to let her emotions into her voice.

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The dog stood for a moment later before returning into the trees where its owner was, a familiar voice greeting him as he noticed just who the owner was. “Good morning Miss Beauregard.” Percy smiled warmly at her as he doffed his hat in greeting. “Nice dog you have there.” He nodded at the dog, Lily whined at the distance between the dog she had been smelling and them. Percy strolled forward.

Set against the verdant backdrop of the park, Miss Beauregard didn’t seem as pallid as their first meeting, but more wan than she had only a few weeks ago. It almost looked as if she hadn’t been sleeping. Not that it was truly Percy’s business, but somewhere since they’re first meeting he had begun to worry for her - likely because of the illness he had originally witnessed. “It’s a bit early for a walk, isn’t it?” He asked gently, really not worried about the walk but rather hoping she might answer in such a way that he could frame his concerns as unfounded.

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