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[Evelyn Abercrombie]

“My mother, of course, is positively aghast—Miss Echelon was a student of hers,” Evelyn confided to her friend, her copy of the latest Witch Weekly lying open on the tea table between them, open to the article about ladies’ dueling. Evelyn herself was quite neutral on the subject, but it had caused quite the stir of late.

While the witch loved all of her sisters dearly, they each presented their challenges. Regina was, of course, a toddler, and Linaeve had ultimately proved an utter disgrace—Merlin help the poor sod who discussed her at all ever. That left Rosalind and Ellory as sisters relatively close to Evie in age, but each was different from the Perfect Young Lady that the blonde strove so hard to emulate. This made Miss Burke a breath of fresh air, one who much better fit that mold and whose company Evelyn not only enjoyed, but looked forward to.

“She is terrified that the magazine will somehow twist things into making the school look like a primer for nude warrior women or something equally ridiculous. She’s had run-ins with the editors in the past.”

At that, the blonde paused to take a sip of her tea. The corner of the page of the magazine was folded to mark it—Evelyn had surveyed the publication before setting out to find suitable discussion topics, for small-talk was something she found exhausting, and even enjoyable social excursions sometimes proved trying for her. Certain other articles, however, were those she hoped to avoid, and so she had thought marking the page would avoid flashing anything else.

@'Cordelia Burke' @'Aurelia Herondale'
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[Cordelia Burke]

Outfit: the cream one | Word Count: 228 | Tag: @'Odira Potter'

2 February 1886

Cora had recently rediscovered her liking for Tennyson and had settled into reading his poems when the sound of her friend's voice reached her. She looked up, placing her thumb into the crook of the book to mark her spot as she listened, also taking a sip from her tea. She could imagine how Mrs Pendergast's reaction could have been. She'd read the papers that morning the dog girl's story had been revealed, appalled that two girls would even dare to hang out their dirty laundry for everyone to see in the middle of Padmore Park. Everyone had their family secrets and rivalries, but at least deal with personal matters in private (or simply make your revenge less obvious and no less merciful was her opinion).

"I don't blame her in the least," she commented, setting the cup down and closing her book of poems. She remembered how the magazine had invoked the wrath of Olivia Pendergast (something Cora knew, fortunately not from experience, that they would do well not to forget) in senseless comments about her daughters. The only thing that sounded more terrifying than Olivia Pendergast scolding you was Olivia Pendergast in mother bear mode. "Though the public should know better than to believe the words of that magazine. And," she added as an afterthought, "they should know better than to publish words against your mother."

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[Evelyn Abercrombie]

“Once bitten, twice shy,” Evelyn shrugged. “She gave them quite the lashing the last time, but she cannot fault them for writing a scathing indictment of such behaviour, and reputation has always been of great importance to her.”

Carefully—it was quite hot—the witch took another sip of her beverage.

“Although I will say that I will be surprised if she does not turn this entire thing into a push for more students. I think having grown daughters has left her far too idle,” Evelyn laughed, “for anyone’s good!”

  

[Eleora Etherium]

Society felt oddly distant to Eleora of late. The recently twenty-three year old had three children and would have no others, and it seemed very much as though her pregnancies and recovering from those pregnancies had eaten up a great deal of her last three years. She hardly knew where to turn anymore, although certainly the Lady Morgana was a good place to start.

Dressed in a tidy gray and green dress, Eleora still felt lost in the familiar club. At least before long she saw someone familiar. Mrs. Abercrombie had not been in her year in school, but they had been close in age and she could certainly use a friendly face.

She was a little surprised to find the other woman with a copy of Witch Weekly.

"Mrs. Abercrombie, it's quite lovely to see you," she said, catching the tail end of what the other woman said. "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

  

[Evelyn Abercrombie]

“Countess Etheirum, not at all!” Evelyn replied. “Please, do sit down and join us.”

Only a year had separated the two young women in Slytherin, and with similar upbringings and temperaments it was natural that they should be friendly. That the then-Miss Asperhand had willfully saddled herself with a silly muggle title still baffled Evie, but there was no accounting for the whims of the heart. Personally, Evelyn was quite fond of her husband, but did not think she would have enjoyed him half so much if he had not been assigned to her.

“Are you acquainted with Miss Cordelia Burke? Her sister was in my year at Hogwarts, though she’s Mrs. Force, now,” the blonde offered. “Her father sponsors a quidditch team—which one is it again?” she asked her friend.

  

[Cordelia Burke]

2 February 1886
@'Odira Potter'
@'Rasmus Mohr'
OUTFIT: the cream one
NOTES: – – –

Evie made an excellent point which Cora found she couldn't argue with. That Olivia Pendergast would feel lonely without children in the house baffled her. She never saw herself as the mothering type – of course she enjoyed her nieces and nephews, but that was only when she was prepared to have her energy drained from her for the entire afternoon.

She didn't have children for herself, so she knew her feelings could very well change when she was married and had kids. She was about to reply to her friend when the beginning of her response was interrupted by another voice. She looked up to see who it was. Upon recognizing the woman, she turned to Evelyn. She was surprised to hear Evelyn use a muggle title to address the other woman, but she kept her face placid, waiting to be introduced.

"The Wimbourne Wasps," she replied to her friend, giving the newcomer a cordial smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Countess Etherium." The honorific sounded odd on her tongue. How strange, she'd never met any magic folk with a muggle title before.

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[Eleora Etherium]

The title was something that Eleora had not understood at first, but when brought up in any sort of question she simply supplied the information that it was the result of one of her husband's ancestor's saving one of the muggle kings from a magical beast. It had been such a long time ago that she wondered on occasion if the royal family even remembered why there was an obscure obviously magical title in existence.

"I am not, although it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Burke," Eleora said as she sat, glad to have a chair under her. She was still tired at times. "I did know your sister at school. Is she doing well?" She had no interest in quidditch, but made a little noise of interest at the information anyway.

  

[Evelyn Abercrombie]

The Wasps, yes—Evelyn had never followed quidditch much beyond her brother's involvement, and there were such a great many teams that it was hard for her to keep them straight. Fortunately, she did not think that Miss Burke would begrudge her much for this, as her friend did not seem unduly infatuated with the sport herself.

"You might know the Countess' sisters as well," she offered to the other blonde. "They would have been perhaps a year your senior—the Asperhand twins? Though I suppose they are Mrs. Rowle and Mrs. Mulciber now."

While Evey was pleased for the distraction of the third witch's arrival for it had moved their attentions decidedly away from the weekly, not even her breeding could make her wholly comfortable facilitating smalltalk.

  

[Cordelia Burke]

2 February 1886
@'Odira Potter'
@'Rasmus Mohr'
OUTFIT: the cream one
NOTES: – – –

"She's doing quite well, thank you," Cora replied, tiring quickly of the small talk. "She's with child at the moment, and is due quite soon." At this, she gave a genuine smile. She was excited to become a doting aunt. The child, of course, would be the most spoiled by her if she had anything to say about it.

She did remember the Asperhand twins at school, though she knew Etana better than Evangeline seeing as Etana was directly in her house. "Yes, I do remember them. I hope they are well?"

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[Eleora Etherium]

Mrs. Abercrombie was, Eleora reflected, exactly the hostess that one would expect Mrs. Olivia Pendergast's daughter to be. They were talkinging of little of substence at the moment, but Mrs. Abercrombie was keeping the conversation moving deftly all the same.

A small, sad frown flitted across Eleora's face at the mention of the former Miss Burke's condition, but it was quickly brushed away. "My congratulations, Miss Burke, to you and your sister. My own sisters are both doing well as well."

  

[Evelyn Abercrombie]

“Will you take tea?” Evelyn asked their new companion, half turning to summon the waitress but looking, questioningly, at the countess before actually doing so. The action, however, upset her own cup sending the tea in a wave over her copy of Witch Weekly, and causing Evey to hastily shove her chair backwards with a start.

  

[Cordelia Burke]

2 February 1886
@'Odira Potter'
@'Rasmus Mohr'
OUTFIT: the cream one
NOTES: – – –

"Oh yes, please join us," Cora added onto Evelyn's invitation, kindly gesturing to their currently started pot of tea. The sudden clatter of china made Cora start, eyes wide at the sound.

"Goodness," she exclaimed in surprise, scooting her chair back in an identical movement to her friend's to avoid getting tea over her ensemble. Luckily, it seemed that the spill was confined to her friend's copy of* Witch Weekly. Taking out her wand, she quickly cast Terego to siphon up the remaining liquid on the table. "It didn't get on you did it?" She asked, just to make sure.

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*I'm listening to the Soundtrack of Hamilton and wrote 'Copy of Hamilton' instead of WW at first -_-

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   Odira Potter

[Eleora Etherium]

"Certainly -" Eleora started, and then she gasped as Mrs. Abercrombie turned over her tea. Before she could react, however, Miss Burke was on top of making sure that none of the tea had gotten onto the other woman.

"Dear me, it seems to have ruined your - periodical." Her tone chanegd just slightly as she was reminded just what the other woman had, although she supposed that actually reading the rag was one way to make sure that one was not mentioned disparragingly in it. "None spilled on you, Mrs. Abercrombie? Tea does tend to stain that fabric quite easily."

  

[Evelyn Abercrombie]

“A bit on my skirts,” Evelyn replied, having surveyed the damage, “but nothing too dire—and not enough to seep through and burn me, thank Merlin!” A woman of means, Evelyn cared decidedly more about scarring her flesh than she did staining a dress that could be easily replaced.

“Enough, though,” she added hesitantly, “that I’m not keen to remain out much longer. Would either of you mind dreadfully if I took my leave?”

  

[Cordelia Burke]

2 February 1886
@'Odira Potter'
@'Rasmus Mohr'
OUTFIT: the cream one
NOTES: – – –

Cora glanced towards Evelyn before looking down at the skirts. Indeed there were some splotches on the dress - nothing that a brief spell couldn't fix. "Not at all," she replied easily, finding herself quite eager to get back to her poems at any rate. "I do hope your dress wasn't too damaged."

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