June 8th, 1890 — Abercrombie House, Southampton
It seemed ludicrous to Evelyn that her sister would, tomorrow, become Mrs. Lestrange, even though that was the way of things and she herself had made the match. Nonetheless, though she saw Ellory each and every day, it was still perplexing to her that her baby sister had grown into a woman in her own right. With the preparations for the wedding day arranged, though, and the sun having retreated to bed, there was one last task to be ticked off of the list before Evey could consider preparations truly complete.Ellory was readying for bed when Evelyn found her, and she had begged just a few minutes of her sister's time. She was not so naive as to think Ellory was entirely oblivious as to what a wedding night entailed, though with their mother dead, Evelyn knew it fell to her to fill in any gaps.
(Her sister, the witch thought, likely had it easier; hearing such details from the late Olivia Pendergast had been vaguely traumatic.)
"...but after the wedding itself, though," Evelyn continued almost apologetically, having reviewed the details of the day ahead, "there is the wedding night. I am sorry, but I must ask—how familiar are you, with the details?"
Even when the bride-to-be had edged close to danger, Evey could not have said for certain just what her sister did and did not know.
— mj is kind of amazing. —