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.

Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa

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Eight Legged Freaks
October 10th, 1888 — Slytherin Common Area
Archelaus had been in his dorm, practicing the enlargement charms on a spider that he had discovered within the boys dorm. Soon enough, the spider was quite sizable. It was around the size of a tarantula and mildly terrifying, if he was being quite honest. Figuring he should change it back to normal or maybe even kill it before someone else saw it, it ran off.

Well, shit.

It got under the door and by the time Arch got to the door, he could just barely see it skittering down the stairs into the common area. Making his way down there, he looked around and figured it maybe went under a couch. "Excuse me," he said to a girl that was sitting on one of the sofas. "I want to look under there, do you mind moving so that I can?"

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Monet had been lost in her own thoughts as she worked on some new jewelry design sketches in the common room. It had been a rather lackluster year so far in her opinion and homework had been woefully lacking. At least, for her. She'd managed to breeze through most of it rather quickly which left her with a lot of spare time. Spare time that she was now starting to get bored with. One could only draw so many designs, after all, before they all started to look the same.

As it was, she hadn't been paying attention to the going ons around her until she was suddenly face to face with Mr. Abney. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the sight of him, another of the pureblooded boys in her house that could have grand potential as a husband. Every since her talks with Jemima, she hadn't really been able to stop considering each and every boy in her house. Of course, Mr. Bones was still at the top of her list, but the rest weren't too far off.

"Hmm?" she ended up asking after realizing she'd missed his question entirely with her daydreaming, "What was that?"

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