September 28th, 1888 — A Country Estate, Britain

Mr. and Mrs. Pureblood were holding a party at their country estate that weekend and it had been preoccupying Ursula's mind for the better part of the week. What should she wear? Would Thom be there? Who had she or had she not told of Sirius' accomplishment of getting onto the Slytherin quidditch team? Should she stay the night or return home? These thoughts no longer bothered her and hadn't since earlier in the day when she had received an unexpected piece of correspondence. Well, it was less of a correspondence and more of a poetic declaration, or so it felt to her. Aldous Crouch was a respectable man from a respectable family, he was lame which was unfortunate for he had astonishing cheekbones, and they had gotten on in the few instances they had properly conversed but she wouldn't have been likely to consider him as a contender for her affections. Yet all it seemed to have taken was a mere love poem to make her realize just how perfect a match they were. Now her only questions were would Aldous Crouch be in attendance and if he wasn't then how could she find her way into his company? She could write but letters wouldn't fully satisfy her, she needed to see him in person.

Once at the party and dressed, Ursula couldn't help but to keep a sharp eye out for Mr. Crouch. She thought she might have spotted Thom once but hadn't thought any more of it. Finally, she saw him. He was even more handsome than she had remembered. Now all she had to do was draw his attention and lock eyes from across the room. She didn't know what she intended next but just that much contact would be enough to make her happy, for a moment anyway.
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