Suki's home, the home that had once been her fathers, had changed a great deal since her fathers time. It had been locked up for years, so when Natsuko came into her inheritance following her graduation from Mahoutokoro, she had gutted the place, magically expanded the inside and bent the stately English home to her unEnglish will. The wall papers were from Japan, and beyond the main rooms there were hints of the paper doors of her homeland - her intimate internal spaces; washitsu rooms set out as a tea room, a zen garden and magically created courtyards with róka accommodating the cherry blossoms she had had transposed from her a nursery near Osaka. The paper doors differentiating between the outer parts of the house where her English guests could wear shoes, and the inner rooms where she expected shoeless travel and as such few of her English companions were ever permitted into that space.

Her Butler, an old Japanese man, had shown Miss Dashwood into one of the English parlors, that still had more than a few Japanese touches, painted screens, calligraphy art and a prominent tiger skin rug before the fire, it's head set into a vicious snarl forever.

'Miss Dashwood,' Natsuko greeted with a gracious bow to her guest, Natsuko didn't 'dress down' there was no such thing as a 'casual tea dress' in her wardrobe, and today was no exception, the water patterned dress shimmered and fluttered, the magical pattern moving as she did. The amthsyt and jade ornaments in her hair, standing in stark contrast to her jet black locks. 'I am honoured that you came to call?' she greeted warmly, after their letters it was still a little awkward to be meeting in person off the back of lonely heart letters.

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