The morning after the night before and Harriet felt fresh as a daisy. Largely because she had left her son's party well before midnight as befitted a woman of her standing - and unfortunately years - but she knew full well that the revels would have gone on well into the night and all those in attendance would likely be suffering with a sore head in the harsh light of a new day.

Which was, she thought, the only way the young learnt how to moderate themselves. Certainly she had endured her own slow-moving mornings after a ball where daylight was the enemy, she felt the sort of nausea she usually associated with pregnancy and only breakfast food could cure her. Eventually she had become sensible but thankfully her sons were still to be relied on for idiotic moments and Harriet smiled giddily as she greeted the sort-of-butler whose panic at her presence more than made up for his lack of formal training.

Swanning upstairs she opened her son's bedroom door quietly and after a cursory glance to make sure he was alone - some things a mother did not need to know - she crept across the carpets. Eyes twinkling before the light even touched them she wrenched open the curtains in one movement and let the daylight fall across her son, helping it along a little with her wand just to make sure he was properly roused.

"Good morning starlight."

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Lady is magnificent and so is this set <3