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Violets Are Blue
January 24, 1889 - High Street

Miss Seraphina Nott had a respectable number of admirers and suitors. Many more than one might imagine as her age was no longer so tender as eighteen. She received callers and flowers on a rather regular basis and had a habit of stringing gentleman along, yet her eyes were only for one gentleman. One gentleman who had not sent the violets before her. Seraphina frowned at the note on the flowers, brow creasing as she took in the silly poem of blue violets. If the gentleman had wanted to impress her he would have sent her blue violets. Not ordinary violets. Seraphina sighed and waved her hand at the maid holding the flowers to take them away. She’d play coy when the gentleman arrived to call on her this afternoon but before he did she needed a walk. She’d been cooped up in this house much too long, the cold air would do her good and perhaps put her in better spirits.

Decision made, it was not long until Seraphina and the simple maid her mother insisted accompany her everywhere, were bundled into the back of the Nott’s fine sleigh. Snow crunched under the hooves of the horses as the sleigh started forward, the maid’s teeth chattered across from her as if they weren’t under enchanted blankets. The cold air would do them both good, Seraphina thought with annoyance. It wasn’t like it was that cold out.

The ride to High Street was over quickly and soon Seraphina found herself mingling with the few midmorning crowds of High Street. Not her favorite haunt, but at least it was something other than sitting at home. A cup of tea was in order, Seraphina decided looking at the sign of the Painted Lady before them. With purposeful strides the young woman made her way toward the door, she would have entered if not for someone calling out to her. Turning her cool gaze toward the new comer she gave a half annoyed, “Yes?” That indicated her time was being wasted.
So far, Odette had not found a man that she felt was worthy of her attention. A rather frustrating thing indeed. But it was not the season yet, so she still had hope. Winter seemed to be more for weddings anyway. Her goal was clear. Find a husband before the end of the season. One that would prove her worth as a determined woman who was the perfect lady of society. Unlike her twin. Goodness knows how embarrassing it would be if her twin found a suitor before she did. Odette would never hear the end of it from anyone of her family. Unless her twin eloped with some lesser man. While she would be enraged by the act of rebellion, it would also prove her own worth to her father.

At this time, she was out on High Street to meet a friend for tea and to then shop for a new dress. One must always keep up with the latest fashion if they were to be seen in public. Her clothing was enchanted against the cold, though the brisk air wasn't all that bad to begin with. Mostly this was to make sure that she did not get sick while out shopping. How embarrassing that would be!

Heading towards the Painted Lady after looking through a window at some rather nice dresses, she noticed a woman's bracelet fall from her wrist. And said woman had seemed to not notice. "Miss?" Odette had called. To receive an annoyed 'yes' in response. Keep calm. Odette reminded herself. There was no need to get offended yet. After all, she had interrupted what the other woman had been doing before she had spoken. "You dropped your bracelet." She said, pointing to it as she approached. Interesting that they would be headed for the same place. Odette tried to remember who this young lady was, as they both appeared to be ladies of high society. Keeping up with names was important.

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The girl who stood behind her seemed familiar, Seraphina was fairly certain she didn’t recognize her from the past social season but she did have the look of the Lecuyer family. Her clothing was fine as well and she looked close to Seraphina’s age. Likely they had crossed paths during school. In fact, if she recalled currently, there had been a set of twins several years below her from the Lecuyer family… Yes, she was pretty sure that this was one of the twins. Which one she wasn’t sure, but she was sure she could find out. After all she did like to know the going ons of those in her social sphere, of which the Lecuyer family was.

Ah, thank you Miss Lecuyer.” Seraphina smiled, her annoyance slipping away as she fished out her wand and summoned the bracelet to her. The diamond and silver bracelet was one of her favorite and the clasp had been acting up. She’d have to send it in to get it fixed soon. “It is one of my favorites, I would have missed it.
That was more like it. Recognition in the other young lady's eyes. And the smile. Worth the short wait of being polite to one giving her the cold shoulder. As she thought about the girl's face further, she started to recognize her from school. As well as the club that she had joined since leaving the Roses. Miss Nott, how wonderful. From a family of good standing and blood purity. One to be respected. Now hopefully she would not be recognized as her sister. How dreadful that would be.

"You're most welcome. It is a rather beautiful bracelet. It would be quite the shame to loose it." She would not know what she would do if she lost one of the bracelets that had been her mothers. And if a beggar went and snatched it? How dreadful!

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It would be.” Seraphina agree with a grateful smile. “I am much indebted. Perhaps you would like to join me for a cup of tea so I can properly thank you?” It wasn’t like Seraphina really had anything else to do, besides perhaps she might find out some more information her former schoolmate beyond the rumors she had heard whispered behind fans in the drawing rooms of Wellingtonshire.
While she did have a friend to meet at the tea room, it would be quite the shame to ignore such a kind invite. "I am supposed to meet a friend here. Would you like to join us? I'm sure she would be glad for another proper lady to join our conversation." It wasn't as if there was an emergency going on that needed for Odette to speak with her friend in private. Why would they be in public for such a thing? It wasn't as if Odette was the one to earn rumors, though her identical twin was.

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