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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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Stitch In Time
November 2nd, 1888 — Pendergast School for Young Roses
This was to be Clarissa's final year as a Rose and she would be lying if she said she wouldn't miss it. She was one of the girls that took the school for what it was meant to do - prepare her for her life as a wife. She was upper class and from a family that would never hear of a woman working. A thought that Clarissa had once rebelled against somewhat before ultimately accepting her place. Especially since it wasn't so bad. She enjoyed the things that they had to do each day.

Sitting in the tearoom, Clarissa had a tray of tea and a small plate of biscuits near her as she worked on her embroidery. It was coming out quite well, she thought. The little clock design she was currently creating appearing a little more with each jab of her needle into the fabric.

open to either a Rose, someone just visiting, a PSYR intruder, whatever xD
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Honestly, Naeva didn't feel like she entirely fit in with the rest of the young ladies at the Pendergast school. To make this even worse, her sisters weren't here to help her adapt to this place. Hogwarts had been one thing - a place of magical learning. This place was entirely another.

Still, at least they offered time for her to indulge in something she hadn't had time to do very often at Hogwarts - embroidery. It was something she enjoyed in her spare time, when there was nothing else to do. She made her way to the tearoom with her embroidery things in hand, but she didn't expect someone else to be in the tearoom at the time. Still, seeing another in the room made her smile. Perhaps now she would be able to make a friend?

"Hello," she greeted politely, settling into one of the seats, before beginning to set herself for her embroidery. Today, she would work a floral design onto light green fabric - just a small thing in preparation for spring. She didn't know how often the school permitted them to attend events, but she was looking forward to it. And maybe one of these weekends she might even be able to spend time with one of her sisters, or her father.

She missed them.

"Do you have any siblings?"

Perhaps the most random question to ask someone while beginning to embroider a small lavender daisy.
Clarissa looked up as one of the newer Roses entered the room. She recognized her from Hogwarts, one of the Lecuyer girls, she had been a Slytherin like Clarissa. Clarissa had been a prefect so had been familiar with most names and faces, at the very least even if she never spoke directly to them. Clarissa smiled kindly as the other girl settled in for some embroidery herself.

The question was a bit random but Clarissa did not mind it, simply assuming the girl was trying to make light conversation. "I do. Two elder brothers and I'm the only girl. And you? I know Miss Odette is one of your sisters but do you have any others?" She asked curiously as she worked on her own embroidery.
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It only made sense that Clarissa had ended up among the Roses. As Naeva stitched, she considered. Would it do more harm to admit that Mireille was her sister, or would it do her some good? Only a moment passed before she made her decision. "I have two - Odette and her twin, Mireille." It startled Naeva that the former prefect, who'd graduated alongside her older sisters, didn't remember. Either that or she was pretending to forget. Naeva wasn't sure which one she preferred.

Ah, well.

"It's just the three of us and Papa." A moment of quiet passed, before she tacked on, "I've never been to Irvingly for more than a few hours until coming here. It's very different from Hogsmeade - yet also still the same.."

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