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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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The First Incident
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November 17th, 1888 — Salem Square, Irvingly

Naeva wasn't sure how she felt about Irvingly. It was a lovely place with many lovely people, even with the southern district's population. Quaint. Quiet. But it wasn't home to her. Even Hogsmeade didn't entirely feel like home anymore. These were her thoughts as she walked - distracting thoughts of what home meant to her, a wondering as to where home really was. An unfortunate side effect of these distracting thoughts was that she wasn't paying attention to where she walked, and this was a bad thing.

Why? Well, Naeva didn't know her way around Irvingly. Not yet, anyway. She hadn't come here more than twice before, and only with her father. They hadn't gone around town, looking at the quaint little buildings and learning to navigate. And Naeva was so thoroughly distracted by her thoughts that she'd gotten separated from the chaperoned group she'd been walking with.

And that was really bad.

As she realized just how significantly terrible her present situation was, a light panic began to set in, and she did the unthinkable. She approached the friendliest-looking stranger she could see. This happened to be a taller, simpler-dressed man - probably of the working class, but Naeva was so lost and confused she didn't really care. "Excuse me," she began, "I find myself dreadfully lost. Can you help me?"

Josiah Rohlwing/Roberto Devine
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Josiah was going about his business, delivering the post and wishing he had a warmer jacket as the November air nipped at him. His gloves could probably use some replacing too, he realized as he flexed them a bit to warm them. Putting mail in boxes and walking was quite relaxing for him. It helped that he didn't need to talk to most people and if he did, it was only for minutes at a time.

There was a lightly contented smile on his face as he finished his route and went walking in the direction of Salem Square. He wasn't expecting for a very well to do looking young lady to approach him. She looked like one of those Rose girls or whatever they were.

Um. He wasn't the best at talking to women of his own class, let alone a rich looking one. Josiah also wasn't the type to let a woman flounder if she was in need of help. "I can try, miss. You've wandered into the muggle side of things. Where were you meant to go?"
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Oh. Oh. That explained a lot. Wizards didn't deliver mail in person. Her father would be highly upset if he ever knew that not only had she gotten herself lost in Irvingly, but she'd wandered into the muggle side of town! She looked down at her dress, trying to hide her concern. He seemed nice, but Naeva knew she couldn't trust him. Muggles had killed her mother, and by extension her baby brother. She knew that it probably hadn't involved him, but still. It was an example of how things could go wrong.

Better not to show that she was nervous.

"I was meaning to find a place to purchase fabric and thread," she admitted. "I ran out of blue thread last night, and it's a fair opportunity to start a new project." There was no need for Naeva to continue that statement, but nerves got the better of her. She had never spoken to a muggle before. For all she knew, she'd never even seen a muggle before. So she did the one thing she felt comfortable doing. She smiled, and hoped she looked non-threatening.
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Josiah felt awkward, standing here with the stranger and he adjusted his mail bag on his shoulder just to have something to do. When she spoke again, Josiah figured that leading her back into the direction of Salem Square was the least that he could do. Fabric and thread were things that he sometimes got though he doubted his sturdy thread and fabric was what the young lady was looking for.. likely more those ribbon type, lady... thread things.

"Salem Square is the place for that though I suppose.. you know that already." The point had been that she was lost. "I could escort you there." Not that Irvingly muggles were dangerous but some were a little protective of their turf.
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Salem Square.

Now if only Naeva knew where that was in relation to her current position, perhaps she wouldn't have to trust a muggle to ensure her safe passage. "That...that would perhaps be for the best," she said, masking her nerves with as much politeness as she could muster. She had never met a muggle before - not in a circumstance which required speaking to them, at least. Naturally, one who had been raised so sheltered from an entire other culture had some questions.

"How do you do it? Live without magic? I've never had such a difficult time as this past summer. Why, I was petrified to leave my own house for fear that my hair was an absolute mess." That was it. Smile. Talk. Don't display anxiety. Be polite. Be inquisitive. Don't be rude.

After all, she was a Rose. Roses were meant to be learning how to act in public, right? This was a public setting. She needed to put her best foot forward.


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