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As clocks and other timepieces were expensive, working class folk who could not afford to rise with the sun could employ a “knocker-upper” to tap on their windowpane at a scheduled time. Knocker-uppers would work through the night and into the early morning. — Kayte
But then Miss Dempsey paid her so great a compliment that she wanted to hurl herself over the edge of the theater balcony in delight.
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Down the Rabbit Hole
June 12th, 1891 — Padmore Park, Hogsmeade

"Have you seen much of Mar—that is, Will's mother?" Julius asked as he made his way along the park pathway, Diana Abbott on his arm. Under different circumstances, they might have painted a picture of a very advertisement for the Season, but they were not nearly such easy companions for that, and the black of new widowhood clung to Mrs. Abbott like a shroud.

But Will had loved her, and he had loved Will—the brother he had never had, the one constant in Julius' nearly three decades. Will would want him to look out for Diana, to be as good a friend to her as he had been to him.

And it would all start with a walk in the park.

They could not have asked for better weather for it, really; while it was raining in London, Hogsmeade was enjoying a particularly fine day. The appointment had been made in advance, and Julius had considered briefly cancelling the day prior after a particularly grueling day of work. He was, in the end, glad to have kept it: the sun felt good upon his skin.
— @Diana Abbott/@Amelia Evans

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As they strolled through Padmore Park, Diana felt the weight of her dress with every step. While it was time for her to get some fresh air, she still felt stifled and her chest felt heavy, and she took advantage of the fact that she had Mr. Scrimgeour's arm to steady herself when she felt slightly faint.

She kept her gaze directed either on the ground in front of them or only briefly if she needed to see where they were headed. Anything short of a glimpse at the sky felt like an insult, with the sun's bright shining rays beating down on them. The mention of her mother-in-law brought a flicker of a smile to Diana's lips. "I see her on occasion." she replied to Julius, her voice soft. "She likes to keep to her own house, but it's nice to see her every once in a while."

Really, seeing Martha Abbott only reminded her of Will. They had the same dark brown eyes.
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A sad, knowing sort of smile passed across his lips. He had vague recollections of his mother after Annabelle's kidnapping so many years ago; for a mother to lose a child was, Julius knew, one of the keenest griefs that could be felt.

"It must be difficult for her," he allowed, before realizing he might have implied by omission that it was not difficult for Diana.
— @Diana Abbott/@Amelia Evans

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