January 16th, 1894 — Noble's Workshop, Bartonburg
Noble Greengrass

Typically, Rosie avoided visiting with her parents on days when she had other things she needed to do. Their constant questions over whether or not she'd decided to consider marriage again or not filled her with this nervous energy that then distracted and derailed her plans for the day. It was one thing to feel as though she was failing professionally (her salve hadn't yet yielded any hopeful results), it was an entirely different overwhelming feeling to be reminded of how terribly she failed in picking a husband.

At least there was Delphine. Perhaps her sister wouldn't be as much of a failure as Rosie was.

It was snowing when Rosie finally escaped her parents and headed to the potioneer's workshop. They'd had a brief letter exchange before the holidays on a few different potions that she was hoping to study and, at last, it was time to pick them up. There were a few good potioneers in London too, but only one had returned her inquiries and it was with a refusal to work with her.

She knocked on the door and was in the middle of brushing snow from her hair when the door opened. "Mr. Greengrass? I'm Rosalie Hunniford, I wrote about the potions?"

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