May 23rd, 1895 - Potts flower show

Dorothea was a Potts so it would be an impossibility that she would miss this event, one of the beautiful highlights of the Hogsmeade calendar when the other side of the family showed the town what they were made of. For her part, Dorothea was out in the prettiest summer dress she had and was delivering lemonade to her cousins to keep them cool in the sun.

She loved it, except when she didn't. Shamefully for a Potts she suffered from hay fever, quite severely at times. There was very little wind today so nothing to blow all the pollen away. She wished she could smell all the beautiful flowers but within minutes of arriving her nose was already blocked and she couldn't smell a thing.

At least the potion she had been given was preventing her eyes from turning red and making her look like she was in floods of tears, but oh how she hated dropping it in her eyes.

"aachoooo!"

She sneezed abruptly, catching her hand to her face to prevent disgrace but in the same movement splashing drops of lemonade onto the back of a gentleman's neck.

"Oh my word sir, I'm sorry... that's not..." she quickly flustered out.

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Protego Lochrin

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The Florist Potts always put on a good event, so Protego usually made a point of making an appearance if he had the time. He wasn't too proud to admit he enjoyed beautiful things. That, and he spent most of his days elbow deep in problems he was trying to solve for people--something he also enjoyed, to be fair. Flowers were a nice enough reprieve.

Thankfully, Protego wasn't plagued by hay fever, which meant he was in a better state than some unfortunate souls. He started at the sudden feel of something against the back of his neck and turned to see the source. "Ah," he said, digging a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the back of his neck. "Allergies?" he guessed.

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Dorothea looked on with a bashful expression as the man turned and adressed her. She quickly recomposed herself and reached for her own hankerchief. She nodded to his query.

"Unfortunately yes, apparently i'm the black sheep of the family, the one Potts who cant handle a sunflower." she laughed and sorted herself out before slotting the hanky back into her dress sleeve. "Dorothea Potts at your service, I hope I didn't get too much of my lemonade on your shirt. Care for a stroll?" she quickly added the last part to stop her going on any further about her little faux pas

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Protego Lochrin

  

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"Protego Lochrin,"[/b] he said. "I've been told yellow is my color,"[/n] he joked. This, in fact, was not a thing anyone had ever said to him, but Protego hated floundering in awkwardness. [b]"Sure," he said, gesturing for them to proceed. "I take it you're not one of the Potts ladies who works in the shop," he said conversationally.

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Dorothea smiled nodded "Green is mine." and began to walk alongside the man as they observed the treats of the show. "No, fortunately I do not work at the florist, those are my cousins." she gestured at the three women behind the counters, most of whom no longer called themselves Potts. Heavens above, she couldnt imagine working in the florist with her allergies, as much as she found the flowers a delight.

"I do try to help out at events like this though when I'm not busy with my governee, Its nice to pitch I think.

Ooh, aren't those adorable." she pointed at an orchid like plant where the flowers formed little shapes that looked very much like tiny children's teddy bears.

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Protego Lochrin

  

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"That's good of you," Protego said. He was, of course, no stranger to being part of a family business, even before he had a shop of his own. Lochrin's was still very much a family enterprise.

He peered down at the flowers Miss Potts cooed over, making his own appreciative noise. "They do certainly outdo themselves in creativity," he said. Protego didn't often think of flowers as a creative art, but in fairness, he knew almost nothing on the topic. "You're a governess, you say?"

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Dorothea wished she could take a deeper smell of the flowers, but knowing that every scent particle was trying to tickle her throat and make her sneeze did rather put a dampener on it.

She nodded "I am, for the Valenduris household, although I might be moving on soon, Miss Hyacinth is becoming quite the young woman now." it was a shame, she enjoyed her life there but she knew everything had to come to an end.

"I've been in your shop several times, its quite fascinating really. Luckily I've never found need for protective wards, but I have on occasion bought little trinkets in there. Can't be too careful." she laughed playfully and smiled at the gentleman.

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Protego Lochrin

  

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"You really can't," Protego agreed. That was his entire business philosophy. "I'm glad you've found it useful. It's always nice to get good feedback from customers." When they were reasonable, anyway.

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A grin curled at the corner of her mouth. "Do you intend that you might take anything home from the show? There are sometimes some real gems on sale. Have much of a green finger yourself?" she enquired as she watched a bee buzz over a pair of small snapping flowers on a plant that looked in need of a new home. "Or is that sort of thing left to a lady of the house?" she added curiously.

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Protego Lochrin

  

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"No lady of the house," Protego said. He tilted his head to one side, thoughtful. "Maybe I should take something to my mother. She had another engagement today, but she does like flowers." Protego hadn't done anything to get on his family's bad side lately, but he could always use the insurance. Apparently he could "annoying."

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She nodded in approval. "An excellent plan I do say. Personally I would prefer chocolate on account of my nose, but always good to keep your mother happy. I might follow suit for my own." her father was an eminent herbologist so there was always something growing in their house but she still loved fresh cut flowers as much as anyone.

Dorothea's tone was light and cheerful as she moved, "Might I help you pick? Then perhaps we might visit another of my cousins at Honeydukes" she laughed, she was joking of course. But it was funny how her family were married into half of the businesses in the high street.

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Protego Lochrin

  

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Protego chuckled. "Chocolate works, too." Though with that there was the danger that he'd eat the gift before it got to the recipient. "I would appreciate the help," he said. "Flowers aren't really my forte."

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Dorothea liked looking at floral arrangements, even if she didnt like to get her nose too close, she could certainly help here. "Maybe some of these? I have always liked them" she gestured to some beautiful long stemmed peonies. And some flower sprays to decorate. "Does she have a favourite?"

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Protego Lochrin

  

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Protego grimaced. "I'm afraid if she does, I don't know them." He was not that observant, unfortunately. "Though these are nice." He touched the petals of the peonies lightly. "I do know she likes the color, at least." He chuckled, a little self-depricatingly.

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