May 23rd, 1895 - Potts flower show

Dorothea was a Potts so it would be an impossibility that she would miss this event, one of the beautiful highlights of the Hogsmeade calendar when the other side of the family showed the town what they were made of. For her part, Dorothea was out in the prettiest summer dress she had and was delivering lemonade to her cousins to keep them cool in the sun.

She loved it, except when she didn't. Shamefully for a Potts she suffered from hay fever, quite severely at times. There was very little wind today so nothing to blow all the pollen away. She wished she could smell all the beautiful flowers but within minutes of arriving her nose was already blocked and she couldn't smell a thing.

At least the potion she had been given was preventing her eyes from turning red and making her look like she was in floods of tears, but oh how she hated dropping it in her eyes.

"aachoooo!"

She sneezed abruptly, catching her hand to her face to prevent disgrace but in the same movement splashing drops of lemonade onto the back of a gentleman's neck.

"Oh my word sir, I'm sorry... that's not..." she quickly flustered out.

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Protego Lochrin

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The Florist Potts always put on a good event, so Protego usually made a point of making an appearance if he had the time. He wasn't too proud to admit he enjoyed beautiful things. That, and he spent most of his days elbow deep in problems he was trying to solve for people--something he also enjoyed, to be fair. Flowers were a nice enough reprieve.

Thankfully, Protego wasn't plagued by hay fever, which meant he was in a better state than some unfortunate souls. He started at the sudden feel of something against the back of his neck and turned to see the source. "Ah," he said, digging a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the back of his neck. "Allergies?" he guessed.

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Dorothea looked on with a bashful expression as the man turned and adressed her. She quickly recomposed herself and reached for her own hankerchief. She nodded to his query.

"Unfortunately yes, apparently i'm the black sheep of the family, the one Potts who cant handle a sunflower." she laughed and sorted herself out before slotting the hanky back into her dress sleeve. "Dorothea Potts at your service, I hope I didn't get too much of my lemonade on your shirt. Care for a stroll?" she quickly added the last part to stop her going on any further about her little faux pas

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Protego Lochrin

  

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