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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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Iola Hitchens for Elladora Black. The Blacks' black sheep.
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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Greener Than Grass
December 29th, 1888 - Hogwarts Upper Corridor
Tilly was on her way up to the library to return the latest Transfiguration text she had checked out. She had never managed an animagus transformation as a young woman, but she figured she still had enough time to try again. She was humming a Christmas Carol when she suddenly felt something cold ripple down her spine, as though someone had cracked an egg on her head, and ran face-first into an invisible barrier.

Cursing loudly, she dropped her book, which thudded heavily on the ground by her feet, and yanked her wand out from where it was secured in her bun, freezing when she caught a glimpse of her arm. It was a mottled, bright green, like she'd been spattered with green paint. Glancing at her other arm, she saw it was similarly stained, although this one was red. Tilly glanced around, looking for the culprit, and caught a glimpse of a shining sprig of mistletoe directly above her, floating just below the ceiling. She paled and immediately tried to move out from under it, only to bite back another curse when she ran into the same barrier. She knew what had happened the last time a member of staff had gotten caught under enchanted mistletoe - Constance's reputation still hadn't recovered.

Tilly immediately started throwing countercharms at the mistletoe - finite incantatem, just finite, surgito, reverte, anything she could think of. Nothing was working. She muttered another curse and tried sending a plain reducto at the mistletoe, but it fizzled harmlessly against the berries. This damn mistletoe must have been here for at least a week, she though, cursing whoever had put it up and then been idiot enough to leave it up. Tilly had been extremely careful about what was above her head in the week leading up to Christmas, but she'd let her guard down since Christmas Eve - an idiotic move, it seemed

Kelly, I hand it over to you owo

she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)
Cele had gone home. Claire was still here. At first it was lonely, but it started to become more of a whole new adventure. She was on her own, really. No 'Bénet twins', just 'Miss Bénet'. Did she like that? She couldn't really tell yet. All she knew was that she wished to explore Hogwarts and try a few new pranks on her own. Though this latest one was really recreating a near-famous Peeves trick. She hadn't really expected it to work. After all, she was only a first year. She had convinced a house elf to let her have a bit of mistletoe, and tried to enchant it to get someone stuck under it. Whether it worked or not was a mystery.

Miss Bénet had made the charm a bit after her sister had left. But what she hadn't known was that Peeves had noticed, and decided to make improvements upon her work. She had actually failed to make the mistletoe do what it was intended for. Instead it would only have made the person turn red and green. A little holiday touch. Peeves had decided to leave that part in. Far more funny than his own creation, though he would never admit it. If anyone asked, he had made the improvements. But no, he only did his own original work of having the mistletoe trap the unfortunate victim until someone kissed them for their freedom. Or someone actually found a way to reverse the charm.

The young Gryffindor had since began checking up on her creation to see if it actually worked. Days went by and she checked less and less each day. Today she was checking just before dinner... a half hour after the poor Gryffindor matron had been stuck there. Peeking around the corner, Claire gasped at the sight of it. Her charm seemed to have worked a little too well. Was she really that skilled as a witch? Stepping out, she was sure her shock alone was enough to prove that she was a very unlikely suspect. She couldn't get an actual word out. Instead she was staring at the poor woman in shock. Oops. And she was trying hard not to find this hilarious.

Magic by MJ

French is mixed into her accent due to French parents and household staff
Mytrle was in the middle of trying another set of counter charms - to no avail - when she heard a gasp and whirled around. Miss Bénet was stood there, mouth hanging open in shock, and Myrtle shot out her hand in a 'stop' gesture. "Don't come any closer, Miss Bénet." She tried to sound calm but her voice wavered at the end. The worst case scenario had just walked around a the corner - a student, and a first year at that. If the girl became trapped with Myrtle - well, they'd just have to wait until someone broke the charm from the outside, and that could be hours.

"Miss Bénet," she began again. "I've been trapped by mistletoe." She pointed upwards. [b]"I need you to get another member of staff and bring them here. Professor Ruskin, if you can find him."[b] Myrtle hoped that the charms professor could break the damn enchantment without Myrtle ever having to kiss anyone at all. And get rid of the green and red skin, while he was at it. "Go immediately."

she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)
Well, she certainly wasn't a suspect. It had actually worked. Perhaps she was more powerful than she had realized? But all she could do for the moment was stare. At least she wasn't moving any closer, as instructed. Oh, she hadn't really thought this through, had she? Hm, at least it would be a funny story to tell later?

It took her a moment to realize that Miss Potts was talking to her. When she did, it was something about Professor Ruskin. Finding him? "Where should I look?" She didn't think he was in his class room. Was he even here for the holidays? Some of the professors went home, if she wasn't mistaken. Could she even leave school to go find him?

Magic by MJ

French is mixed into her accent due to French parents and household staff
Myrtle could tell the girl was shocked and most likely had not heard most of what she'd said. She resisted the urge to sigh loudly - barely.

"Miss Bénet. Listen carefully." She paused until she had the girl's attention. "I need you to locate a professor. You must tell them that I am trapped by mistletoe, and where I am. If you cannot find a professor, find a prefect instead and have them help you find one. Start in the Great Hall. Dinner will be starting soon. Quick as you can, please."

she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)

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