Nov 1, 1894 —Bartonburg, Hogsmeade
CW
solicitation; sexual content is at least alluded to given the fact that she's with a client; references to brothel work
Avery's appearance
Nights like these were ones Avery usually didn't try too hard to remember the day after, regardless of the nature of her clients and how they acted. It had become such a habit for her back in California, that it was a tough mindset to get out of. You did the work, collected payment and moved on. There were rare times - when one of them had taken a particularly rough client and needed comforting - that the girls had dared to dream about what they might do with their lives if someone were to come in and sweep them off their feet. In all those talks, Avery hadn't even thought she might be someone who would get to experience that kind of relief, especially after she had Marigold.
Even once that bastard of a husband had died and she moved to England, Avery figured that was her lot in life and she had to adjust. But then, not only had Henry Berkwood came crashing into her life but he had made it clear he wanted to be involved in financing Marigold's future. It was more than any of them could have dreamed and not a day went by that Avery didn’t wonder when her luck would run out. So when she had the opportunity to continue working at night, she took it. There hadn’t been a question. Too many men had slighted her or her friends in the past for her to take Harry’s word to heart. But lately…she saw how Marigold’s uncle was with her, how much he cared and she was starting to think that perhaps there might come a day when there she wouldn’t have a need for —
A voice interrupted her train of thought just then. Lying in bed with her client, Avery toyed with the edge of the sheets, and she turned her attention to them, reminding herself to switch her accent to something more British before she spoke. “Hmm? I’m sorry love, I was miles away just now. Repeat that for me again?” She shifted her body more so she faced them and gave a sweet smile.
