November 3rd, 1894 — Dempsey Residence

It was a lazy Sunday for Lycoris and she had no social obligation to attend to. There had been a thought on her mind though and she waited until more of her family was around before voicing it. "Ozy's birthday is coming up. We should host a birthday ball or something for him." She had far from moved on from her ordeal in the pit, she missed her friend that had died and her leg injury from the time of the dragon attacks had been re-aggravated. She wanted something fun to do to take her mind away from such things and Ozys upcoming November 20 birthday provided her an ample excuse to want a Dempsey hosted party.

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If Lycoris’ very literal pitfall had made her more sombre in character, it was mostly lost on Phyri, who still thought her sister unimpeachably cheerful. Perhaps it was something about her sweet face: neither scowls nor sadness made her cheeks look any less rosy or her features less soft.

And she certainly sounded as though she was getting back to herself now – Phyri grimaced over her page of poetry-turned-idly-sketching, an anatomical heart blooming out of an inkblot and some pen scratches becoming tree branches. A birthday ball. Of course.

“Isn’t he celebrated quite enough already nowadays? And already for little more than existing,” she remarked, a little moody. Minister of Magic, and whatnot. Everyone cared about Oz far too much in her opinion; or she was still a little annoyed about the outcome of his voting reform, for poetry might not count amongst the qualifying trades. (Fortunately, of course, she had money, and as such she would just have to purchase some property of her own to gain her vote.) But that didn’t mean she was inclined to laud her brother either for his accomplishments, or for the mere accident of his being born.

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"That's different," Lycoris insisted. "It's different when its family. Society will think we don't love him." She was exaggerating and she was aware of it. But damn it, she wanted a party. "Don't be so boring, Phyri. We could make it a costume party, you could wear something outlandish and terrify your peers by popping out the shadows any chance you get." Never mind that some of them were also Lycoris's peers.

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“Society wouldn’t mind a whit if we didn’t love him,” Porphyria protested carelessly.

“And –” she paused, her interest eternally piqued by opportunities to wear something outlandish and terrify her peers, “I didn’t say I was opposed to a party. All I mean it that there has to be a more original – less boring – occasion for one than Ozy’s birthday. It’s a waning moon, or Coleridge’s death day, or you plucked a particular nosehair. Or something.”

She might be being ridiculous on purpose – Coleridge’s death day, after all, was not until July.

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