November 15th, 1894 - Echelon-Arnost Residence
for Truth or Dare

This was absolute madness, but Torie would never be accused of being a coward, so as she stepped daintily from Mr. Echelon-Arnost's fireplace, she already had an explanation on the tip of her tongue. It had been a quick spin through the Floo, but Torie had enough wits about her to figure out what to say; the truth. She was not above simply explaining her true purpose for barging into his space unannounced and unaccompanied. He had been a gentleman in their few encounters, so she hoped he would take this with a grain of salt and not think her entirely mad.

"I do apologize for the intrusion," Torie said as she straightened up, adjusting her shawl and brushing the soot from her hair. "I find myself on the sharp end of a bold truth or dare game and I could not refuse the dare." That sounded as crazy as she felt, but Torie was hoping that it was not too insane that he would go so far as to throw her out of some such. She would not go so far as to explain the sleepover unless he asked, but he was no idiot, surely he would see this for what it was?

Torie passed him a charming smile, hoping it would do the trick. "I just need ten minutes to hide out and then I will be gone, you needn't even entertain me, pretend I am not here if you like." Her tone was light and airy, but the undercurrent was one of nerves, even if she wished it wasn't.

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August Echelon-Arnost

  

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Red again! June 1894

August was reading; he had been writing some of the activists he knew about the new steps towards suffrage. They were good steps, largely, but August was worried that in the long-term they would result in some people being disenfranchised — he was most concerned that employers trying to pressure their employees to vote in a certain way. But he was reading Wollstonecraft's A Vindication of the Rights of Women mostly because it was a classic, rather than for studying as he considered the question of suffrage.

He started at the sound of the floor lighting, and sat up rigidly in his armchair. He reached for the wand on the table, because he had not anticipated guests today, but let his fingers dangle limply above it when he recognized his unexpected guest as Miss Victoire Malfoy.

"Miss Victoire," August said. He reached for his cane with half a mind to stand up to greet her — except that she'd come here unexpectedly, with a charming smile and the story of a dare. He sat back in the armchair, let the cane lie.

This was odd, but he could not imagine removing her.

"You can stay for ten minutes. What was the dare?"

  

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"Your hospitality is most appreciated." Torie passed him a charming smile and moved away from the fireplace into the room, perching herself on the edge of a chair not too far from Mr. Echelon-Arnost's. With her Shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Torie toyed idly with the braid that hung  over her shoulder. Had she anticipated being among company other than that of her peers, she may have put a little more effort into her appearance.

"I was to find the first open floo of a gentleman and stay for ten minutes," leaving something behind needn't be added, though she now had to figure out what that might be. "You happened to come up first and as we are already acquainted, I felt safe in hoping you would not turn me out." If anybody had told her to do this in any other situation, she would have laughed at them. There was something in that societal pressure not to chicken out of a dare that had urged her forward with this and now she wondered if she was just being unnecessarily foolish.

She bit her lip and took a look around the room, feeling slightly guilty now for interrupting his quiet evening in. "I do apologize for interrupting your book, what is it you are reading?" Torie knew she ought to read more, but during the season especially, found she had little time for her hobbies.

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Red again! June 1894

She looked as if she was coming from something girlish; the braid hanging on her shoulder, and her clothing, were less fashionable than he'd seen her bear at previous parties. Despite the oddness of the situation, August was sort of charmed to see her in a more casual setting than he had previously. And Miss Victoire Malfoy was certainly more pleasant than her rather dour sister.

"Well, you hoped correctly," August said, easy. He could not imagine turning her out; who knew where she'd go next? August slotted his bookmark into the well-worn copy of the book and offered it to Miss Malfoy. "A Vindication of the Rights of Women," August said; the smile on his face was distinctly self-aware. "It's, ah — feminist philosophy."

  

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