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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Here's My Card
October 11th, 1888 — London
Esteban was starting to get a little bored as he hung about London. He had gone to the ABC, gone home, then went to at least three of his friends places but had felt restless and probably been a little annoying so he had drifted off once more. He had left the home of one of his friends with an amusing collection of flirtation cards.

He was looking at one of the more innocent ones and had pocketed the rest when he caught sight of young, blonde woman around where the Ministry was. He handed her the card with an impish grin, curious to see what she would make of it.

magical set by mj!
Vivienne had needed to get out of the confines of the Ministry during her lunch. More often than not, she ate with her father but he'd been called out on an assignment. She'd really just needed some fresh air despite the fact the air was so crisp, a sure sign of winter on its way.

She'd just barely stepped outside and planned for a brisk little walkabout but she had to return when a gentleman with quite dark hair handed her a card with an impish sort of grin on his features. Idly, she tucked a loose strand of hair that had fallen free from its pins as she glanced at the card. Her own lips curled into a small smile. It was rather bold, especially considering she was a complete strange. But, she supposed that was the point of the card, wasn't it.

Without a quill on her person, she simply handed the card back to him but dipped a slight curtsy to him. "Would right now suffice?" she asked as she stood back up straight, a hint of a French accent she'd picked up from her time in France evident, "I've some time before I must return to work and it'd be far more entertaining to have someone to talk to other than myself."

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