She was right; if Divination was real, there was a comfort in it. Cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
August laughed as Mrs. Devine played her last card. "I'm afraid you've fully outfoxed me," he said, "Congraulations." He would have to attend more of Mrs. Devine's events, when he was invited; she was clearly rather clever, and clever people tended to surround themselves with clever people.
It seemed that it was time to switch tables. August retrieved his cane and stood up, eyeing his next game - ah, Mr. Prewett.
"Good luck with Miss Blackwood," he said on his exit.
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Ginevra Blackwood
August laughed as Mrs. Devine played her last card. "I'm afraid you've fully outfoxed me," he said, "Congraulations." He would have to attend more of Mrs. Devine's events, when he was invited; she was clearly rather clever, and clever people tended to surround themselves with clever people.
It seemed that it was time to switch tables. August retrieved his cane and stood up, eyeing his next game - ah, Mr. Prewett.
"Good luck with Miss Blackwood," he said on his exit.
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