Less-less bright the stars of the night

[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie was feeling better day after day. Since Lenore started to take care of her, she was no longer the same girl. She stopped being weak and constantly ill. She became more and more immune and stronger every day. Of course, the family healer was still not convinced that Lenny's methods were good and said that the change is only temporary, but he was mistaken. Everyone saw that this once ghostly-like little creature turned into a beautiful young woman, a flower that was just about to fully blossom. It also helped that this redhead had wonderful friends, such as Alison Pendergast, who took care of her and made sure she leaves the house.

Somehow, with the improvement of her health, father's attitude had also changed. He wasn't ignoring her any longer, in fact, Eulalie believed she saw pride in his eyes. Maybe he finally began to love her when he saw she isn't so weak anymore? Lia sure hoped so. She wanted her father to show affection towards her so badly it almost hurt. That's why she did everything she could to make him proud. She was a dedicated student, who spoke Russian and French as fluently as she could. She acted like a lady and took part in important society events (Asperhand & Etherium wedding).

However, none of them were as important as what was supposed to happen that day. Her father had to stay in York for a little while longer than he expected and thus he'd be unable to talk to their guest. He already told his business partner that, but he wanted Eulalie to accompany that meeting and his guest, to in a way sweeten it. Of course, the redhead had little no idea what the meeting will be about, but she knew it's important for father and so she decided to do her best to keep their guest happy.

So, she woke up that morning earlier than usual and with help from Lenny, she chose a dress and put on a corset. Luckily, it wasn't tied to tightly, so the girl was still able to breathe. She was extremely excited about that. When her hair was put in a neat bun, Eulalie waited impatiently for the moment their guest arrives. It wasn't easy to stand still at the top of the stairs and wait, but she had a plan. The moment their house elf told the guest to follow him, the girl walked gracefully down the stairs, hoping to catch attention of their visitor in a positive way.

He was much younger than she imagined him to be... Not to mention, she recognized his face from the paper. It was the Minister of Magic! In their house! Then she really couldn't do something stupid....

Welcome, sir. The girl greeted the visitor politely. My name is Eulalie and I'm the daughter of Mr. Whitlock, who sadly won't be able to join you today. He asked me to keep you company instead. Is that alright with you? She asked, trying to sound as confident as she could and trying to stop the blush to appear at her cheeks. Damn it, Merlin, why the Minister had to be so handsome? She couldn't let herself fall for him...He was way out of her league!

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Poem: by Edgar Allan Poe

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

A Minister's work was never done.

Darcy had been well aware of that fact when he had decided to runùnot even half a year ago, though it felt as if a lifetime had passed alreadyùand had become even more aware when he had actually been elected, but what never ceased to amaze him was how varied his tasks were. There were the obvious, from singing documents to issuing interviews, but intermingled with that came the courtesy calls he had always associated with simply being wealthyùonly in considerably higher numbers. Today his task fell into the category of the latter, something about arranging this thing or another (on this, the wizard was rather vague; had he not been up half the night devising damage control on his sister's abysmal behaviour, he might have had opportunity to look over the documents that had been presented to him prior to leaving the office), an easy enough task that was certainly more schmoozing than it was real business; as one who had never thought himself a businessman but thought himself something of a social creature instead, Darcy suspected this would fall largely in his favour. As an added bonus, it was getting him out of a press meeting.

If one more person asked him about his little sister's sex life, he would turn them into a possum.

He was led cordially into the Whitlock home by a house elfùnot an uncommon sight in some of the wealthier homes, though he knew many of the middle class were moving towards human servantsùonly to be greeted by what he had assumed to be the mistress of the house...until he looked up. The girlùfor she was no more than that, and introduced herself as Mr. Whitlock's daughter (had he known Whitlock had a daughter? Darcy could not be certain)ùwas a pretty one, Darcy could not help but notice, and in spite of himself a foolish smileùslight, thank Merlin; it would not do to grin like an idiot and try to flirt with the man's daughter!ùappeared instead of his typical "Minister Potter" expression (half-faked smile with a hint of reluctance).

"I am certain, Miss Whitlock, that your father would not have made such a request if he had thought it might do me a hardship," Darcy offered graciously, "and who am I to question the instincts of my host?" Was that a blush he detected on the young girl's face, or simply some sort of coloration reflecting from her hair?

If he had encountered Miss Whitlock before, the minister could not recall the occasion; he also could not help but find himself wondering why she remained in her father's home when a young lady her age ought to be off at Hogwartsùshe could not have been any older than Nicolette. If Mr. Whitlock had had a squib for a daughter, one he readily paraded in front of a Ministry member, Darcy would certainly have heard that, and it was unlikely that any man of means would allow his child to simply forgo an education.

That, however, was hardly the matter at hand; for the moment, Darcy stood in the entryway, eyebrows raised expectantly as he awaited his hostess's invitation further into the house.

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[Eulalie Potter]

The redhead was very happy her father had entrusted her with something that important. Never before had he let her entertain his guests. Even on balls, she was mostly supposed to stay in her room. He thought that the library fool of wonderful books was enough to keep her happy.

Yes, to be true, thebooks were wonderful friends and brought great comfort, but once she tasted freedom and time with people, she wanted more. What used to make her happy, now didn't brought nearly as much pleasure as it used to. Some time ago spending a day closed indoors was normal for the redhead, but since the new governess came everything changed, along with Eulalie. When she came, Lia was extremely weak, so weak, she used a wheelchair to go anywhere. And now, here she was, standing there, talking to the Minister of Magic! What a wonderful change that was!

The fact she could be able to be there, dressed from head to toes in the finest fabrics, made her unspeakably happy. The other factor was, of course, the presence of such a respectable man. Just a month ago, she wouldn't even dream about it and now...now it was true. It was more that she could ever hope for and it was all thanks to Lenore. She was a true angel, that one she was sure about. Father also started to come home more often ever since their last serious talk. If everything turns out the way Eulalie wanted it to, then Lenny would stay with them forever! At the very thought Lia wanted to laugh cheerfully, but she knew she had to behave in front of mr. Potter. He was a very important guest and she'd do everything to keep him happy, so father will not be dissapointed with her.

äYou're too kind, sir. You're the most important man in the whole Magical Britain! That's who you are!" Eulalie exclaimed, and then remembering about her manners she smiled ashamed of the sudden overexcitement. äI apologise for that, sir. I do not usually have the honour of representing my father." The redhead apologised, her cheeks becoming even redder as she spoke. äOf course, I won't be doing business with you. I am here only to keep you and my father's associate copmany. Of course, it would be inappropriate of me doing so alone, and thus my governess will be acting as a chaperone. Oh, but let me talk no further! You have business to attend to and I shall not distract you!" The girl spoke, leading the young man to the office, where the father's partner and Lenore were already sitting in their places.

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

He could not help but smile a little at her outburstùand of course, he could certainly not mind being called important!ùjust as he could not help but wonder where the creature had been hidden all this time. Mentally, Darcy made a note to inquire elsewhere on the matter; it would have been rude to ask Miss Whitlock outright, and to ask her father might very well be taken the wrong way. He listened politelyùwell, listened might have been too gracious a term, but he was not blatantly disregarding herùas the young girl chattered, and followed her gratefully to her father's office. Already in attendance was Mr. Whitlock's associateùa face the Minister recognized, though was unable to immediately place a name toùand a witch whose acquaintance he had not made. Darcy could only assume the latter to be Miss Whitlock's chaperon, and found himself oddly pleased to see so typical a standard or propriety observed: he chalked that much up to Nicolette's recent impropriety.

Readily, he slid into one of the seats, and began the odious talk of business.

Three quarters of an hour had passed before he called pause to the conversation, more than ready for a break from discussion that seemed to be going nowhere. "I am quite sure, my good fellow, that we are boring these poor ladies with our going on and on!" the wizard joked, a half-truth. Full disclosure would have required him to admit to his own impatience with the situation; it was only Whitlock's positionùand Darcy's newness to his ownùthat had required the Minister himself take this meeting, rather than simply fob it off on an underling, as he had initially attempted. "Perhaps a break," he suggested, leaving little room for dispute, "would be in order?"

Mercifully, the other wizard took his suggestion a step further; it seemed, to Darcy's delight, that the older man had other appointments elsewhere, and Potter was hardly inclined to deter him on the matter. With the necessary pleasantries, he departed, assuring Darcy the pair could continue their discussion via owlùthis suited him perfectly, as such correspondence would require only his signature, not his attentions.

"Well, Miss Whitlock," the wizard said pleasantly, "it seems your presence, if nothing else, has rescued me from delaying your father's associate."

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[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie knew exactly how she should behave, but somehow the minister's presence made her be a bit more withdrawn than it was required. She tried to entertain him on their way to the meeting, but something inside told her she failed to do so and it was not a nice feeling at all. He was nothing like she imagined him, nothing at all. The image of him she had in her head was vastly different from the truth. In papers the redhead had read he always seem colder, distant and controlling and very mature for such a young person. Now, here he was standing in front of her.

First thing that caught her eye was that the photos in the newspapers did not do him justice. He seemed so much older in them, so...serious. Before her stood a young and charming man, with a dazzling smile that made her knees feel week. Since the previous owner of the Wizhhard books, Mr. Talberton, no man was capable of making such a big impression on her. Normally, she just smiled and thanked kindly for the attention she was given, but today she wanted Mr. Potter to fully notice her, to remember her.

Eulalie was not stupid, she knew that he had to pay a lot of visits and that the parents constantly tried to push their daughter into the minister's arm, thinking of what an honor it would be for the family. In that sense the redhead considered herself lucky, as father would never do such a thing to her. He wasn't interested in arranging his daughter a marriage out of reason, he married out of love and deep inside he hoped Eulalie will too, even though he did not show it openly. Lia knew that he cared and appreciated that.

The gesture he made, letting her take care of the guest, was a great reward for the girl, possibly the greatest he could give her. Especially when she learn how important was that actual guest. That itself was the best present young miss Whitlock could ever hope to get. So, there they were in father's office. Men did their business and Eulalie didn't put her five cents into it, because she knew her place well. She just sat next to Lenore and continued on embroidering the handkerchief she started this morning, before Mr. Potter had arrived.

When Mr. Potter said that they are boring her and Lenore, Eulalie thought it will be good to deny that. "Oh, no, not at all, sir! If you must then continue!" The redhead said, shaking her head to emphasize her words. However, it turned out that father's associate had other things to attend to and so he left them after completing the paper work. When he, indirectly, thanked her, the girl blushed and stood up, curtsying.

"May I offer you some tea, sir? Our servants make delightful tea and even better cookies to accompany it."

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

"Tea," Darcy informed the readhead, "would be most welcome, if it is not a trouble to you, and both youùand your lovely chaperone, of courseùwould deign to join me. I cannot claim to be quite comfortable in your home to occupy myself, and drinking tea is hardly something one can do without other occupation." The Minister remained in his seat, uncertain where his hostess intended to continue entertaining. It seemed strange, to him, to remain in the office without business to attend to, but he was hardly going to suggest a change, lest it make the young with uncomfortable.

Darcy had paid little enough attention to Whitlock's daughter for the duration of the meeting, for which he doubted she would begrudge himùafter all, his purpose had been business, and she was hardly a contributor in that respect. Still, business concluded, the wizard found himself once more afforded the opportunity to pay more attention to Miss Whitlockùher appearance, her mannerisms, her speechùand he did not intend to waste that. The fact that he had not encountered her before piqued his interests further still, though whether her lack of a presence within society was a good or bad thing, Darcy had not yet discovered.

"Tell me, Miss Whitlock," he began, reluctantly, neither certain he wanted the answer nor certain his question would not offend, "you did not attend Hogwarts, did you? You seem quite young, I mean," he added quickly, "perhaps of age with my sister, and I am quite certain, had you attended, I would have spotted you on at least one occasion during my own time at the school." That much, at least, was true. Yes, Hogwarts had its fair share of readheadsùhis own cousins were among themùbut not so many that such an appearance failed to catch his attention when presented to him.

Mentally, Darcy braced himself, not certain whether he might have touchedùbadlyùupon a nerve with his line of questioning.

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[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie listened to the minister informing her that he would indeed enjoy some tea. She knew it's silly, but it made her happy to hear that. Especially when he said that he doesn't want to do it alone. It was hard for the redhead not to blush. She still wasn't used to speaking to men, let alone someone as important as the minister of magic himself! It was a huge change and honor for a girl that was locked up in her house just a year ago, unable to walk. Eulalie looked at Lenore and smiled, in her mind thanking for all the goodness the polish woman brought with her.

Alright then. The young miss Whitlock said, summoning the houself. It apparated quickly, as it was supposed to and bowed politely, asking what his owner wanted. She told him that he is to bring them some tea to the living room, as this will be the place where she'll take her father's guest. Upon the servant being dismissed, the redhead stood up and firmly lead the man where they would have tea. The girl, because she was nothing more than that, hoped he won't notice how afraid of making something stupid she was. It was her first time taking guests on her own and she was extremely excited to say the least.

When they sat down and the house elf brought the tea, the minister spoke once again. He asked questions that were indeed quite uncomfortable for her. However, she expected that someone will ask it someday and thus she had an answer ready. One that wouldn't scare people away. You are right, sir. I did not attend Hogwarts and I am indeed quite young. I will not tell you how young, as a gentleman never asks a lady for her age. She teased friendly. My father was afraid of losing me after my mother passed away. So he decided to keep me home, keep me safe. The redhead smiled pouring her guest some tea.

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Poem: by Edgar Allan Poe

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

It was with a measure of relief that her answer was receivedùthough she was not particularly forthcoming, it was a reaction the young Minister would have expected from any young lady, and she did not seem at all offended by his question. Though Miss Whitlock would not admit to her age, Darcy had little doubt that his estimation was an accurate one, and in spite of himself he caught himself wondering what exposure she had to the outside world if she did not attend schoolùhow could she be properly socialized, after all, if she was never exposed to other ladies her own age?

Then again, at least she, unlike his own sister, would never be decreed a "Hogwarts Hussy".

That the girl had lost her mother was unfortunate; he had lost his own some years ago, and knew not only the effect that it had had on him, but the toll it had taken on Nicolette: no young girl should be without a mother, just as no young boy should be without a father. Decorum, however, prevented the wizard from prying; it was none of his business how or when the redhead's mother had passed away, nor what she had been like in lifeùnonetheless, he was mildly curious if Mr. Whitlock's insecurities surrounding the young witch were a result of some sort of perpetual ailment on her part, perhaps inherited from her late mother.

Rather than ask as much of herùthat would have been unforgivably rude, and he could make quiet inquiries of his own later, should the matter continue to pique his interestùhe responded simply, "I do not fault your father for that in the least, Miss Whitlock. I would be loathe to lose such a treasure myself, and I imagine I would be all the more concerned if I had already lost something to begin with." A moment's pause, before he added, "I apologize for bringing up such a difficult matter. On to brighter things! I trust your father does not treat you as if Rapunzel, hidden away in a towerù" what a loss that would have been! "ùwhich means, I would imagine, you have had time to cultivate interests in your undisclosed number of years." That much was offered with a wink.

"Tell me, Miss Whitlock, when not single-handedly managing your father's business affairs, what is it you do for fun; what interests you?"

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[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie truly loved the time she spent with Lenore. Never before had she such a wonderful governess, one that would truly was caring about her. Miss Callgori wasn't only a teacher for her. She was like a substitute of a mother to the redhead. Eulalie didn't remember her mom, because she died during childbirth, but she imagined she was angelic, like Lenny was. She idealized her chaperone, in her eyes the Polish woman was perfect. Nobody could tell her otherwise, she wouldn't believe them even if they did. Lenore was good and kind to her, she even stood up to that awful healer, how could she be a bad person?

Yes, in the girl's eyes miss Callgori might as well have been an angel. She then remembered Poe's poem entitled Lenore and decided to recite it later to her governess. Eulalie wanted her to be proud of her and glad that she learns fast. The redhead wanted her approval desperately, almost as much as father's. Speaking of her father... He started to look differently at Lenny on his last visit home... Oh, how badly Lia wanted him to fall in love with her and make her his wife! That would make her Eulalie's mother and there was nothing that would make her happier. Well, maybe except for the man who just now talked to her not to know how charmed she was by him.

Minister Potter was not at all like she imagined him to be, as she thought for the millionth time that evening. He was certainly much more nicer and to her doom more handsome. When he called her a Rapunzel, the girl couldn't help to blush and laugh. He was so well-read! Oh, one more reason to adore him!

Oh, I can assure you sir he doesn't keep me locked in a tower. Not to mention, my hair is much too short to climb on it. She said, smiling widely as she finally stopped laughing. Me? Oh, the usual, drawing, embroidering, poetry. I also rather enjoy learning foreign languages, I know French and Russian by now, but intend to learn more. The girl replied, blushing even more as she realized she is now in the center of attention.

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Poem: by Edgar Allan Poe

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

The first three pastimes the redhead mentioned were almost enough to make Darcy regret asking the question. While he had no wish to see other households inflicted with the peculiarity that was his sister, he had hoped that Miss Whitlock's own interests might be a bit less...perfunctory. While he knew many girls had skills in such areas, enjoyed such areas, it was his experience that those who seldom strayed from such areas were little fun indeed. Moving forward, she was able to pique his interestsùintellectual pastimes were something different entirely. Such hobbies showed a desire to engage with one's world, while not seeking challenge the status quo. It suggested a cleverness that was not overreaching, while still preventing the bearer from being altogether dull.

"French and Russian?" the Minister verified "Well that's very impressive! It is little wonder your father does not hesitate in placing you before his contacts." Darcy himself did not have quite her grasp of language, speakingùin addition to Englishùonly French and a garbled mess of Gaelic. Oh, he knew a couple choice words of gobbledygook (most of them profane) from the occasional tavern basement, and they had been trying to teach him Hindi for the trip to India he has scheduled for December, but languages had never been the nineteen-year-old's strong suit, and many attempts just fell on deaf ears.

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[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie couldn't help when her face became redder and redder under the gaze of minister Potter. Not only was she sitting next to him, but he was also interested in her! In her! Oh, what a wonderful feeling that was! How could anyone resist him? Eulalie surely could not and had no idea how anyone else was able to. He was so charming, so nice and friendly! Not at all stuck up like some of the ministry officials she had heard of. Father complained how some of the people treated him like he was worse than them in a way and it really bothered the girl, as she knew how hard he worked.

That's why she was glad to help out any way she could. Oh, thank you, sir! I like to think I'm useful. I love learning new things. I'm in the middle of learning mermish right now, though my dad thinks its dangerous and not really useful, but I disagree. I am also pestering my governess to teach me Polish. She's the one that taught me French and Russian. Miss Calgori is from Poland and her language fascinates me. This country had a very bad luck to be placed between Russia, Germany and Austria-Hungary. I mean, they had no chance to protect themselves. It's sad. I can't imagine Great Britain suddenly being changed into some other country. She said, sighing heavily.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm probably boring you....

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Poem: by Edgar Allan Poe

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

"Not at all, Miss Whitlock," Darcy offered graciously, though in truth he did think she had gone off on a bit of a tangent. The Minister did not, after all, inquire after the redhead's governess! Still, she seemed enthusiastic enough on the subject, and Darcy was hardly inclined to crush out such enthusiasm simply because he found the topic change rather tedious. "It is always good to hear that young ladies are so well informed on matters of historyùeven if it is muggle history." There. That, surely, would be sufficient to steer the conversation back in a more pertinent directionùwithout being too obvious.

With what he imagined to be something of a charming smile, Darcy continued, "You do all the things a young lady ought to, you've interests in history, in languageùI am quite impressed that your father managed to find a governess that can achieve seeming perfection!" Though the tone with which the words were spoken was teasing enough, the sentiment offered a test of sorts. Should Miss Whitlock accept them as they were, she was no doubt as conceited as many young ladies her age, which would negate all she had done to impress the wizard thus far. Still, it afforded her an opportunity to protestùdoing so just enough would illustrate to Darcy that she had an appropriate measure of modesty.

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[Eulalie Potter]

During the time that miss Calgori working at the Whitlock household, Lia learned not only to listen and respect her governess, but also love her. The girl was a half-orphan, so no wonder she quickly got attached to the woman. Lenore was everything that the redhead needed. She was warm, motherly and capable for standing up not only for herself, but also the girl under her care. Before her nobody dared to say no to him. Before the arrival of the Polish woman, Eulalie was locked inside the house. She was like a ghost. And now, she was sitting there, talking to the Minister of Magic himself.

Even though he remained nice and did not say she bored him, somehow the girl felt differently. What she mentioned was nothing unusual and she probably sounded like she tried to brag... The panic started inside her head. What if he didn't like her? Found her plain and said all those nice things out of courtesy and then complained to father? Would she be confined to her home once again? That thought terrified her. After tasting freedom, the teenager did not want to be trapped in a golden cage again.

"I believe you are only saying that to be polite, sir. You are too kind. There are much more intelligent and better educated girls than me. I shouldn't spend so much time around the books. Do you think that only those that have nothing interesting to say read so much? I have been told that on multiple occasions. I suppose that makes me a quite dull person then...." The redhead said shyly, but truly. Every word she said û she meant. It wasn't a tease or a game. It was the truth.

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Poem: by Edgar Allan Poe

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

  

[Captain Darcy Potter]

would you hold it against me?

"Whoever has told you this has done you a great disservice, Miss Whitlock," the Minister offered. Though books had never held any particular appeal to himùBen, with his book shop, was the reader in the familyùhe would never go as far as to say those who enjoyed them were boring by nature. True, most boring people, in his experience, read books, but that did not mean that all those who read were boring. "After all, how else may a young lady broaden her horizons but to read?" Darcy would hardly advocate such ladies experiencing everything for themselves, after all. At the end of such a road lay little more than impropriety and social ruin.

Her lack of self-confidence was something he found rather unsettling, particularly given her earlier ease of speech. Miss Whitlock, after all, was plainly a pretty girl, and while she was not the most insightful of conversationalists, Darcy had not found her to be tedious. And here she was, claiming to be dull? Whether a genuine lack of self-understanding or some dig for a compliment, the wizard could not be sure, though he was saved the trouble of addressing either option as the room began to echo with the deep chimes of a clock.

"Is that truly the hour?" Darcy asked to no one in particular when the device had resumed its standard, soft ticking. "I fear that I am overdue at the office." With little more ado, the Minister rose from his seat, inclining his head in his hostess' direction. "It truly was a pleasure to speak with you, Miss Whitlock, a pleasure I can only hope to experience again in future."

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[Eulalie Potter]

Eulalie truly enjoyed the time spent with the Minister. His words uplifted her spirits in a way no one had done before. A deep, red blush appeared on her cheeks, when he said that the person who told her those words she just quoted had done her a great disservice. When the clock had beat the hour, she was sad the man had to go. There weren't many people she could spend time with and properly converse. Especially as charming as minister Potter.

"The pleasure is entirely mine." The young lady stood up and properly curtsied to the man. "I do hope I did not bore you." The redhead said and with a smile, showed him off.

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Now Doubt - now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye - While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.