January 5th, 1890 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic

One of these ladies was a Ministry lass, the other the well-to-do socialite sort. He was intrigued to see how their styles matched up. His thoughts already a few steps ahead with imagining this, Tyb recited (the rules) absent-mindedly, then grinned over at Peony with a cheery, "When you're ready, Miss!"

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