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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To Be an Animagus, or Not To Be an Animagus
October 18, 1888 - The Great Hall
A little over a month, and Sweetie was thrilled to be able to read such interesting material. Having studied one book from cover to cover already, the Slytherin was already studying the next book from the professor. Determination was already kicking in, and she knew that this was only the beginning of the work that she was going to have to do. Was this what it will feel like when she becomes an Unspeakable? Researching endlessly in the pursuit of knowledge that was more important than any other would ever understand? It seemed as though it was something that would keep her ever shifting mind busy.

Like what had become a habit over the last year, this meal was met with more studying as she ate her dinner. It was as if she was turning into a Ravenclaw. Perhaps her sister Pumpkin would be proud. As though the hat can change its mind by now. No, she was certainly still a Slytherin. Her determination was one that had made her family on edge, but it also allowed her to pursue her future without distraction.

Finishing dinner early, she elected to finish her studying in the common room before bed. Upon walking out, she looked over to see another person leaving the Great Hall. Recognizing him as Mr. Pyrites, from Transfiguration Club. Deciding to share her exciting news, she gave a greeting smile as she angled her exit to get closer to him so that she wouldn't have to shout. "Good evening, Mr. Pyrites." She stated casually, stopping next to him at the doors of the Hall.

Royal Pyrites

Sweetie prefers to go by the more proper name of Rachel, and your character may know this.

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Royal had finished his dinner and was now just loitering at the Gryffindor table, enjoying the conversation that he was in. That soon ended though and Royal figured he had enougb time to slip out onto the grounds, maybe sneak in a smoke. Getting up from the table, he moved towards the entry way and was somewhat surprised when the Transfiguration president seemed intent on speaking to him. He didn't know what she could possibly want but he slowed and then stopped when she did.

"Evening, Miss Whitledge. Did you need me for something?" And if she did, how much work and time was it going to entail. Royal didn't like putting in unneeded extra effort into anything.
The main reason she wished to speak to Mr. Pyrites was over pure excitement from the possibility that she may be taking the first steps towards becoming an animagus. It seemed like something that others might be impressed by. With any hope, one who seems to have a talent for transfiguration as well would understand the excitement. "Well, I don't need anything. I just wished to discuss transfiguration with you." She responded. Perhaps that might peek his interest.

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Sweetie prefers to go by the more proper name of Rachel, and your character may know this.

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