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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All aboard the hot mess express
October 8th, 1888 — Lupin Estate, Wellingtonshire

They were going to have another child. This one would hopefully be a girl. She already had ideas for how to decorate the nursery - jewel tones and tigers - and had even begun to think over names she liked. Elsbeth knew she was getting ahead of herself. She'd only just spoken to Daphne the evening before. She would have barged into Leon's room the very moment she'd received the news, except the open bedroom door to his darkened room made it clear it was unoccupied. Rather than sulk outside his room all night waiting for him to return home like a foolish child, she chose to sulk outside for just a mere fifteen minutes before she trounced off to her own room across the hall and went to bed.

It wasn't often that she was an early riser - but the very moment that dawn broke she tossed on her dressing gown, hurriedly dabbed a tint of rouge on her cheeks and lips, smoothed her hair and eagerly flew across the hall. She knew he was home as his bedroom door was closed. Not for long!

Without bothering to knock, she quietly slipped inside. The terrible door made a creak and the floor boards beneath her slippered feet squeaked. Then, much less quietly, she leapt on the bed and shook his shoulder excitedly, "Leon, wake up! I have some exciting news!" No matter how grumpy he was going to be, he wouldn't be able to wipe the beaming smile from her face.

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After spending the majority of the last two weeks in Aberdeen, Leon had arrived back in Hogsmeade, exhausted and a little annoyed. Instead of going home to crash, he'd gone to the Painted Lady to blow off a little steam and he felt much better afterward. His arrival home had been rather late in the evening as he slipped into his room, shed his clothes and passed out in bed likely still smelling of cigar smoke and rum. And possibly expensive whore, who knew.

Needless to say, he expected not to be disturbed by anyone who knew better, which was, frankly everyone in his house, unless Leo was feeling particularly devious. Of course the last thing he thought would happen would be to hear his door creak open at some ungodly hour of the morning. Assuming it was Leo, Leon was about to give him a firm, get out, when it became apparent it was not his son, but his wife disrupting him.

Her tone was far too chipper.

"Get out, Elsbeth." He mumbled, rolling away from where she'd perched herself, sheets barely covering his assets thanks to the fact that she was sitting on the bedding. He was going to have to put a lock on his door.

“Like ships in a squall,
we rise and we fall.”

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Oh, oh how wonderfully distracting! She'd completely forgotten that her husband - her devilishly handsome husband - slept naked most nights. Elsbeth was rewarded with the sight of nearly all of him as he rolled away from her. If she pulled the sheet away from him quickly, when he was least expecting it, she'd get to see him in all of his glory. Her hands clenched the sheet - and then released it. She needed to stay focused! This was not what she had come in here for (though would most certainly be attempted at another time in the near future.)

"Don't you want to know what the exciting news is?" She asked cheerfully, as if his dismissal of her wasn't met with some annoyance. That view though... no, no annoyance here. Elsbeth didn't move from her spot on the bed. Partly because she didn't want to tempt herself into stealing the sheet from him, and partly because she desperately wanted to.

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