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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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.

Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa

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Got Something on the Mind?
January 13, 1889 - Ministry Offices; Department of Magical Education Offices
Even now, Ace was questioning what he really wanted to do with his career. Though he planned to wait till his mourning period was over to make any big changes in his life, he felt that he would still need to plan for said big changes before actually making them. But how does one really plan for a career change? None of his siblings were dealing with such things, his grandfather was impossible to talk to, and asking the uncle he was closest with only made him more nervous as to what he would be told.

So that left co-workers. He was hesitant to ask, as he did want to keep a job. And asking around might just make him a target for possibly getting fired. While he didn't need the job financially, he needed it emotionally. It got his mind off of things. Helped him to not think about the family losses or feuding branches or troubled sister. He just wanted to figure out what he really wanted.

He hadn't meant to sigh loud enough to be heard. It simply happened that way. What else could he do besides focus on his work. Which he was focusing on, even as his mind spun. Having just finished a file, he walked over and placed it on Mr. Warbeck's desk. It was in regards to examinations, and Ace had already filled out all that he could in his position on the job.

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A sigh. A heavy, hearty sigh – the type that sat atop a heartbreak, a heart about to break, or perhaps even just a garden variety heart attack. It was the most exciting thing to happen all day, but he was fairly certain the gentleman would live. Marmaduke’s eyes dragged up to Mr. Lukeson with all the urgency of molasses.

“Ah, which one is this,”
he said, mostly to himself. “How is – ” he started to ask. “Mm-nn...nrr.”

Surprisingly, disgruntled noises tended to go a lot better than asking about the recently deceaseds’ funeral arrangements. Look. It was a fascinating subject that any closet revolutionary should be intimately acquainted with.
Ace was unaware of the deep thoughts of the older gentleman's mind as he watched the man look through the file. "It is a report on this winters testing scores." He stated blandly. Of course, the actual scores had already been dealt with and sent back to Hogwarts, but this was more for testing compared to other years. His heart, however, was not really in it for what the papers were for anyway.

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