Zinnia giggled; they were both handsome, although Zinnia Grimstone and Zinnia Honeyduke both sounded odd to her. Maybe it would be disastrous if Daffy and Dahlia got to play matchmakers once they were married, but it could be fun too — she wanted that fairy tale, swept off her feet, love story. She liked the sound of Thistle Grimstone though, and with a brother around her age, maybe she’d trick Thistle into meeting him too.

Zin felt all her sisters’ eyes turn toward her and she sighed quietly, tilting her head toward the ceiling as she held up a single. “Well let’s see… the constable Mr. Gallagher helped me find my wallet. His eyes are so blue.” She ticked up a second. “Then there was Mr. Harvey. He’s a detective and saved me from drowning. He has the nicest smile I've ever seen in my life.” She left out the mortifying details of trying to dry off, but at least he’d been a gentleman the entire time. A third finger popped up. “And finally Mr. Blackwood, but he was as much of a jerk as he was at Hogwarts.” The man who’d stolen her first kiss during the final days of their seventh year. Zinnia sighed softly. “But, I haven’t seen any of them since. But you two —” She tossed a pointed look at her sisters, “shouldn’t worry about us. We’ll meet someone when we’re good and ready.” Or so she hoped.

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