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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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Blast From the Past
November 19th, 1888 - Ministry of Magic
Vivienne was the sort of young woman that preferred to be busy. She hated not having anything to do and often found herself fidgeting with her hands during such times. Luckily, however, with the holiday season coming up and plenty of foreigners coming into the area for such holidays, she was more busy than she thought was even possible. It seemed as if a great influx of such types, especially ones that hardly knew English at all, were flooding the area. And, as a result, even the interns were being asked to help in more serious sort of tasks. She couldn't really remember the last time she'd spoke in French so much and she often found herself having to mentally switch back to English.

She'd been so busy as of late that she'd even taken to using a quick quotes sort of quill that would write down whatever she dictated so that she could continue working on other things all the while chattering off her thoughts to be documented as were needed. The only problem was, it picked up on everything she said whether it was meant to be documents or not. It resulted in some rather sporadic and random sort of notes that she often had to sort through after all. At any given time, her notes could range from English, to French and even some German. It often didn't spell things correctly in different languages either. That only made for more work for her in the end.

With a sigh, she stood up from her desk after trying to decipher some notes only to decide she'd have to start over. But, of course, she was being sent to collect someone from the main atrium that was having a hard time navigating with his rather thick German dialect. She wandered down a hallway, quill and paper trailing behind her as she prattled on a repeat of her previous notes to be transferred down as she went. She'd been digging a satchel slung over her shoulder when the lift doors opened. She hadn't heard anyone in there and was quite pleased the finally mange a lift alone. That was, until she ran right into a body as she stepped into the lift while still prattling on in a combination of German and now French due to her shock of there actually being someone in the lift.

Big blue eyes widened as she took a staggering step back from the collision to look up and see a rather handsome, although a bit rugged, sort of face before her. Her normally porcelain complexion was quick to flush with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she was quick to say though in a mixture of French and German before continuing on in the same mix of languages, "I didn't realize anyone was in here."
Eugene was dog tired. He'd been running his ass off all over the place today, in Hogsmeade, popping over to Irvingly for something, now he was on his way back from dealing with a mix up with the muggle post in London. He'd never actually been excited to sit down at his desk and do paperwork, but he was now. Of course he'd had to detour to another department to hand over a file for something entirely unrelated to his entire day before he could catch a lift back to the Muggle Liaison office.

Despite the stuttered movements of the lift itself, Nemo was nearly half asleep as he stood there, leaning against the back wall, eyes closed. He'd memorized the jerking motions of the route to his office and so knew he had a few more stops, but he hadn't been prepared for the most recent jolt, catapulting forward a bit with the abrupt stop. Of course that was exactly when somebody else entered the lift and he nearly ran the poor young woman over. Awake now, Nemo gently grabbed her by the elbow to help steady her, but let go quickly after.

The apology that greeted him was in a mix of French and... German? Honestly his French was rusty at best, but before he got a good look at the new occupant of the lift he stammered out a quick, "Ça va." His tired brain struggle to remember how to ask if someone was alright in French, but he was spared, as he realized the face before him was actually one he recogized- and he also knew she spoke English quite well. "Miss Tilcott? Are you alright?" What he didn't know was that she apparently worked at the ministry now?

Vivienne's eyes widened quite obviously at the gentleman before her. Not because he'd responded in French initially but because he'd said her name and then proceeded to speak in English. The main shock was the fact he knew her name.

Now that she was steady on her own two feet, she couldn't really help but to gawk at him a bit awkwardly as she tried to register exactly who he was because clearly he knew who she was. She didn't think she was that popular around the Ministry, not even a little bit, to be so recognizable. She was just an intern, after all, no one special. But as she scrutinized him while the lift doors closed behind her and they began moving again, she began to note familiar aspects.

"Mons-Mr. Fisk?" she eventually said, her voice holding a questioning tone as she corrected herself to English this time. It had been years since she'd seen him. She may have caught a glimpse of him in passing during her final year at Hogwarts but it was back in her sixth that she'd seen him with any amount of regularity. He had definitely matured and grown in those years since and she couldn't really say that he'd turned out in a bad way. The ruggedness of his facial hair added something that certainly caught the eye and she found her cheeks flushing all over again that she was even having such thoughts.

"I'm just fine," she added quickly, realizing he had asked if she was alright, "It's been such a hectic day and I was just trying to get some things finished up and got thoroughly distracted. Are you alright? Sorry, I really should have been paying more attention." She was quick to keep her mouth shut then, realizing if she didn't she'd surely start babbling away as the result of her nerves.

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