August 27th, 1892 — Painted Lady
The door of the tea shop opened with a ring of the bell above the door and Chris craned her neck. She spotted her intended companion. Her chaperone had been warned that she was here for a discussion of curses and it would likely be a long afternoon for her, so the woman had settled herself at her own table with a book.
She gave a small wave to indicate where she was sitting. She wasn't sure if Mister Lissington would recognise her, friendly as he was with Endy, his friends sisters' may or may not have made any sort of impact on him, and socially of course the Hogwarts Professor spent more of his time in employment than the second daughter of an upperclass family of writers. Christbel probably counted as something of a Polymath in terms of the width of her learning and reading but her only employment was the one she elected for herself as a writer. If she didn't write, those who liked her writing might be disappointed but she was accountable to no one for her output.
'Professor Lissington, thank you so much for taking the time to speak with me.' she greeted warmly, and threw a now over her shoulder for the waitress to bring over the afternoon tea for the pair. The waitress poured them both their respective drinks, with Chris preferring coffee, but allowing Lissington his choice. 'I'm glad Endy, I mean, my brother was able to reach out to you.' she smiled.
She gave a small wave to indicate where she was sitting. She wasn't sure if Mister Lissington would recognise her, friendly as he was with Endy, his friends sisters' may or may not have made any sort of impact on him, and socially of course the Hogwarts Professor spent more of his time in employment than the second daughter of an upperclass family of writers. Christbel probably counted as something of a Polymath in terms of the width of her learning and reading but her only employment was the one she elected for herself as a writer. If she didn't write, those who liked her writing might be disappointed but she was accountable to no one for her output.
'Professor Lissington, thank you so much for taking the time to speak with me.' she greeted warmly, and threw a now over her shoulder for the waitress to bring over the afternoon tea for the pair. The waitress poured them both their respective drinks, with Chris preferring coffee, but allowing Lissington his choice. 'I'm glad Endy, I mean, my brother was able to reach out to you.' she smiled.
Wearing
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory