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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December 3rd, 1888 - Potts Residence, Thimblewit Turn, Hogsmeade
It had come as quite the shock when Daffy's already large Beatrix started to get larger. What was even more of a surprise was when they realized why the Maine Coon was getting larger. The cat had never really been one to wander, at least not as far as Zinnia knew. Apparently she had been wandering though. Or another cat had been loitering around because it had quickly become apparent that her sister's cat was pregnant. Fast forward a couple of months and a few days, and Beatrix had given birth to two decently sized kittens. It was a surprise that so few were born but as they started to grow at an almost rapid pace, it became obvious why there were only the two.

Now several weeks old, the kittens had been all but banished to the greenhouse and other areas outside despite the cold. No long dependent on their mother, the pair had gotten rather rambunctious and large in a quick amount of time. Not to mention how smart they were. They had learned quickly but that didn't exactly pair well with kitten like behavior.

Zinnia had been painting in the greenhouse earlier in the morning before dipping off into the house with news she had a visitor. She was greeted by her friend Gemma and the two had happily chatted inside the house for a few brief moments as they did up their own cups of tea before deciding to head back to the greenhouse. She'd wanted to show her friend the latest flower hybrid one of her sisters had been working on and the resulting painting she had been working on. Joke was on them, however, when they entered the greenhouse to utter chaos.

The paints that Zinnia had carefully mixed together to make just the right shades of colors she'd needed were scattered all about the ground with kitten prints leading every which way. Her easel was knocked over, the painting utterly ruined by even more feline paw prints all over it. In the midst of it all laid two equally colorful kittens fast asleep on her stool. The once light grey tabby colored cats with their darker markings, one with an almost entirely black face, were now brightly colored and clearly worn out from all the mess they'd gotten into and made in the greenhouse.

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