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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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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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December 14th, 1888 — Padmore Park
Gideon Ollivander

Gingerbread. It was one of those intoxicating smells that tickled your senses before you even laid eyes on it. It was something she'd only sampled once in her lifetime, and she was beyond ecstatic to do so once more.

"Goooood King Wenserlost looked out, on the Feast of Stephens. As the snow falled 'round about, deep and white? and even. Brigh'ly shined the moon tha' night, tho' the frost was...cool? When a poor man came in sight, gath'rin' winter fueeeel."

Her impromptu caroling was enthusiastic (and surprisingly in-tune) as she practically skipped next to Gideon on their way to Padmore Park. She even got the words mostly correct. Even if she hadn't been allowed to partake in many holiday festivities in the past, she'd at least picked up the songs since they were sung in the streets. The entire way she'd hopped between asking the poor man incessant questions about the event and humming out cheerful tunes, unable to hold in her excitement.

"Gideon! Look!"

They'd finally arrived. There were various other people there, families, and even other people she knew. While she normally might have greeted those she recognized, all of her attention was on what everyone seemed to be doing. All the delicious decorating. Some had already started to animate their gingerbread people, and her eyes were as wide as saucers just staring at them. The houses others seemed to be constructing also drew her in. The small girl was nearly bouncing where she stood in anticipation.

"Do we really get to do tha'?!" She questioned, tilting her head and shooting Gideon a questioning look. It was hard to tell what she was most thrilled about, partaking in the days activities or simply spending it with her father. He'd already made it the best Christmas ever, and it wasn't even December 25th, yet!

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Gideon had never exactly been an overly festive sort when it came to the holidays. He enjoyed them well enough, who didn't, but growing up business had always been the focus of life. But things were different with Billie around. He made a point of doing the extra things for her. She'd clearly been deprived plenty when it came to such things and he had a lot of time to make up for it. So when the gingerbread activity was mentioned, he was quick to see if she'd like to do it. She'd said yes, of course.

As they walked along, he happily answered any of her questions and smiled whenever she broke out in song. He had never really fancied himself a father, never really expected to be one, but he found he quite enjoyed it. Billie brought something out of him he wasn't even fully aware had been there before.

And when she said to look, he did indeed look. His own smile widened then. Not because of what he saw set up at the park but what he saw of his daughter. Bright eyes and a broad smile, she was legitimately happy. And he'd been the one to cause that.

They continued further into the park before she was looking up at him and questioning if they really got to do it. "Of course we do!" he said with a smile before motioning to an empty seat, "But we've got to be quick to grab a spot before they're all taken. What do you want to do first? A house or a man?" This day was about her, after all. She got to call the shots. He was just there to make sure her day was good and to animate her gingerbread man if she wanted.
When Gideon mentioned they'd need to grab a spot quick, she gasped and quickly decided, "What about a man first 'cause then we'll have lotsa practice with the decorating before we gotta make a house. Those look trickier, don't ya think?" She looked to him to make sure he agreed before quickly scurrying over to claim two seats. Even though her father was right behind her, she was sure to throw her hat down next to her, just to be sure it was saved. Not that they had a ton of competition at that moment.

"And we get to race 'em." She added, circling back to her decision, apparently supplying yet another reason.

It was a bit difficult to keep her enthusiasm in check as she squirmed about where she sat until she was kneeling. After all, she had never been allowed to decorate anything made of gingerbread before. "Do we gotta give him a name, too?"

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Gideon chuckled at her little gasp but nodded easily as she made a decision before darting off to grab a seat. He hadn't really thought they'd be left without but it was evident that what they were going to do meant a great deal to her so he didn't want there to be any disappointment possible.

Following her to the chairs she'd sat in, one saved with her hat, he picked it up and tucked it back on her head before settling in the chair it had sitting on.

"Sounds like you've got a good plan set out," he said as he pulled a ready made man closer to them so that she had easy access to it. "I suppose only if you want to," he answered in regards to the name with a shrug. It all centered around what she wanted to do, after all.

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