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First names were most often used by childhood or school friends. If the friendship was made after school age, first names would only really be used by women. Men were far more likely to refer to their friends by their surnames, a mark of familiarity. — Documentation

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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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Respond and Conquer
September 11th, 1888 - Diagon Alley, London
Magdalene's Bakery
The letter Tuni had received had been, well, a bit strange. It was rude but flattering at the same time. Really, it was just plain confusing and it didn't help that she didn't have the slightest clue what it was about or who had even sent it. She didn't even know what to do with it. Did she respond? Did she just ignore it? What was a girl to do, especially one that had absolutely no interest in another man other than the one she was already in love with? She was quite certain Rufus hadn't sent the letter though. The handwriting was all off and she hadn't recognized the owl in the slightest.

So without any idea what she should do, she promptly changed after her morning tea with her father and step mother then departed with her maid with one destination in mind. February's home. It didn't take her long to get there or very long to see February brought around to the front door after she'd inquired after her. The look on her face had surely been enough to show Tuni needed a bit of time with her friend and it wasn't long before they were in the Lynch kitchen and flooing to The Leaky Cauldron.

Tuni had suggested showing February the little bakery she'd gotten the cookies from and decided they could easily chat there. The walk to the bakery was a short one from the Cauldron and they were soon enough seated at one of the little tables in the shop with some treats so that they could talk, their chaperones sat at a table behind them.

Sliding her plate of cookies away, she laid out the letter she'd received late the previous evening. "Read this," was all she said as she watched her friend with slightly widened eyes and obvious confusion on her features.
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In the week or so following the soiree, Febs was feeling an odd mix of contentment with just a hint of unease. There was no point in letting the matchmaker's little "prophecy" get to her. Who knew if she was even an actual seer. For all Febby knew, her own mother could have a better Sight than Miss Valentine, but still, it irked her, just a little.

Dwelling on it was pointless however, so when Tuni had invited her out to the little bakery in London that she always raved about, Febs was more than happy to oblige. Little did she know that her friend had an actual reason to want her company today! With Lydia in tow today, her maid was more than happy to have a reasonable excuse to get out and probably wouldn't give Febby too many side-eyes as she chatted with Tuni's chaperon. Seated with their treats (which really were excellent!) Febs was chewing thoughtfully on a scone when Tuni slid the letter her way. "What-" She swallowed so she could laugh. "Is this!?"

It was awful poetry that's what it was. "Please don't tell me it's from your beau?" She added in a much more hushed tone than the first incredulous exclamation.

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Tuni's own cookies went wholly ignored as she watched and waited. The laugh was expected but the following question was not. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly as she quickly shook her head in response.

"Merlin's beard, no!" she all but exclaimed, "It's nowhere near Rufus's handwriting and I'm fairly certain he isn't the poetic type. At least, not of such awful proportions." She was laughing lightly then, shaking her head slightly as she pulled it back toward her some so she could look over it again.

"But seriously," she said, turning wide brown eyes up to her friend, "Who would write such a thing? I honestly have no clue who it could be!"

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"Phew! It's Merlin-awful, just abysmal. I'd be judging your Rufus if it were him." Well, not too harshly. The idea of poetry was romantic on some level, but in practice it was altogether different. This wasn't even flattering!

Febby scanned the terrible poetry again, visibly wincing. "You can't think of anyone, or even the meeting mentioned?" That should be some kind of clue! "Did you write back? Please tell me you wrote back!" Oh what a mystery this was! An amusing one, a potentially horrible one, but amusing nevertheless. Puzzling though it may be, Febs could use a spot of fun in her life right about now. "We should draft something to send back!" Her eyes lit up at the idea, wheels already turning as to what they could possibly respond with.

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