Chapter 1 - Warring White Pinks on Creeping Cereus
Chapter 2 of 23
Lady StrangeA little backstory and a brief look at some characters.
ReviewedAs this is a Regency story, there is bound to be some AU-ness and OOC-ness. Please bear with me. Emphases are in italics and titles of books &ca are underlined. This story places great stress on the significance and meanings of flowers.
For the lovely Miss Keladry Lupin
Language of Flowers
Chapter 1 Warring White Pinks on Creeping Cereus
Ten years ago, the Honourable Miss Granger had the good fortune to be admitted into Garswoth, a select seminary that housed and educated young ladies of the highest rank, and was inculcated thereby with what most of fashionable Society considered a large quantity of useless knowledge. Though most of the other young ladies' parents marvelled at Miss Granger' turn for books, they allowed her to possess a certain elegance of deportment, second only to their daughters' charms naturally. Her noble parents, Lord and Lady Orthod, however, did not share this view. Their daughter's achievements, they felt, would only serve to elevate her status in society. Instead of following fashionable Society's lead in condemning Miss Granger's parents as eccentrics, Garswoth regarded Lord Orthod as one of its warmest patrons in revising the curricula for female education. Indeed, Garswoth's Headmistress and head of the seminary's board of directors, Lady Minerva McGonagall, daughter of the fifth Earl of Transfig, was extremely proud to have at last produced a student who was adept in skills that did not serve to highlight feminine delicacy. A spinster by choice for over seventy winters, Lady Minerva was extremely pleased to learn that Miss Granger had wanted to stay a further three years with the school to assist in the younger ladies' education.
Fate and her half-sister, Politics, however, decided otherwise, and after the first year of Miss Granger's position as Alchemy Mistress, civil war erupted in the country between the descendents of the twentieth Dunseof king.
The Dunseofs had ruled wizarding England since 1254 and until 1660 the succession had generally passed fairly peacefully from father to son. But Salazar IV, who died in 1650, had several sons and one daughter, whom he endowed with dukedoms, thus calling into being a race of magnates or aristocrats related by blood to the King, some of whom ultimately became intent on claiming the throne. The first was Richard of Ravenclaw, son of Princess Rowena, the Duchess of Ravenclaw in her own right, eldest child of Salazar IV. In 1660, Ravenclaw deposed his childless uncle Codric II and usurped the throne himself as Richard III, thus founding the royal House of Ravenclaw and overlooking the claim of Codric II's designated heir, his second cousin Edmund Riddle, then a child of eleven, who was descended from Henry, Duke of Hufflepuff, eldest surviving son of Salazar IV. Richard III's title to the throne was therefore dubious, but what he had taken he held on to, and the reputation of his successor, Richard IV, seemed to ensure that the House of Ravenclaw would continue to reign gloriously after his death. But Richard IV died young unexpectedly in 1725, leaving as his heir, a baby, Richard V. Richard V survived his minority, but he was a very ignorant and almost simple man, which cared little for the riches and show of this world. His reputation was saintly rather than regal, and as a ruler he was weak, possibly even mentally defective, being easily manipulated by his strong-minded Queen, Eleanor de Beauxbaton (from the Royal Wizarding family of France), and his factious magnates. Prominent among these magnates were the Evans, dukes of Gryffindor (later dubbed the House of Gryffindor), descended from Salazar III's by his fourth wife, Rose Evans, but born before their marriage. Richard III had in 1689 confirmed Codric II's Act of Parliament legitimising the Evans, but had issued a royal patent barring them from the succession. By Richard III's death in 1700, it would be argued that Letters Patent could not prevail against an Act of Parliament, and that the Evans did indeed have the right the British Wizarding Crown. Then there was Thomas Riddle, Earl of Voldemort whose mother, the Duchess of Slytherin in her own right (granddaughter of Salazar IV through his third son, Ambrose Salazar, Duke of Slytherin) had been executed by Richard IV in 1717 for plotting to seize the throne on behalf of Edmund Riddle, whose younger brother Marvolo, Earl of Voldemort, had been the late Duchess of Slytherin's husband. This son, Thomas Riddle, was heir to the Hufflepuff-Slytherin claim on the throne, since Edmund died childless in 1770. That claim was based doubly on descent through a woman from the Slytherin side of the royal House and a man through the Hufflepuff side. As the Salic Law barring women from succeeding or transmitting a claim to the throne did not exist in Wizarding Britain, Thomas Riddle, Lord Voldemort's, was indeed a superior claim to the throne to that of Ravenclaw. His lordship certainly shared this view and began styling himself heir to the House of Slytherin (thereby completely sublimating the Hufflepuff claim) and the rightful heir to the throne.
Richard V's ineptitude in government meant that by 1789 men were beginning to question the title of the House of Ravenclaw to the crown. There were those who held that Voldemort and his House of Slytherin had the better claim. The problem was that there was no written law appertaining to the succession. Later events would show that the dubious title did not matter if the monarch was strong and able to hold on to the throne. Thus might could and did triumph over right, that is, until stopped by a claim that had both might and right on its side. In 1800, Richard V suffered from what can be best diagnosed as an attack of catatonic schizophrenia total mental withdrawal. This lasted eighteen months, during which Voldemort acted as Protector of Wizarding Britain and the Queen bore a son, Richard of Ravenclaw, whom the King acknowledged as his heir when he recovered. York's supporters, known collectively as the Death Eaters, however, did all they could to cast doubts ob the child's paternity. After his illness, Richard V's health remained feeble, which gave rise to more jostling for power between the court factions on the one hand the Queen and the Evans, and on the other Voldemort, the powerful Lestrange, Nott, Goyle, MacNair, Crabbe and Malfoy families and his Death Eaters. Ousted from power as Lord Protector, Voldemort took the field and was victorious at the Battle of Moray in 1803, after which there was a precarious peace for four years. But by 1808, the Queen, according to the Death Eater Chronicle, was "ruling realm as she liked", promoting enemies to the House of Slytherin, welcoming squibs and enlightened muggles to the government and plotting to crush her rival, Voldemort, by force. Civil war broke out again and in July 1810, after several indecisive battles, Voldemort marched on London, and in a move popular with both sides, claimed the crown for himself, basing his claim on the right of the heir-general over the heir-male. While intimated into passing an Act of Accord to disinherit Prince Richard in September, Parliament would not agree to recognise Voldemort's demand to execute the young Prince or recognise his own superior claim to the throne. This provoked an incensed Voldemort to murder Prince Richard and mobilise his Death Eater corps to launch another war against Queen Eleanor and the House of Gryffindor. This sixth civil war in January 1811 marked Lady Orthod's death and Miss Granger's departure from Garswoth when she was recalled home to the country after a year as Alchemy Mistress. Safely ensconced at Richmond, she remained secluded in mourning for her mother and safe from the ravages of war at the Anglo-Scottish border.
Three years after the sixth civil war in May 1814, the House of Gryffindor and its Order of the Phoenix (founded by an obscure scion of a descendent of the fifteenth Dunseof king's illegitimate son) scored another victory in the Scottish wizarding county of Moray, and had annihilated Voldemort's Death Eater corps at the bloody and decisive Battle of Kilwinning on 29th December 1814 where Richard V was accidentally slain by a stray hex. Voldemort remained a fugitive until captured, imprisoned and executed in April 1815. His demise heralded the ascension of the last blood claimant to the Dunseof line to the throne. Thus on 30th April, Charles Henry Evans, the aged, war-fatigued and half-demented Duke of Gryffindor came to the throne as Henry VI and ended the War of the Cousins. Due to his indifferent physical and mental health, he was soon committed to the north-northwest wing of the Winter Palace. Citing the King's present incapacity to rule, Parliament passed an Act and declared his son, Henry, the Prince Regent, thus heralding a new age in wizarding history where trade and the arts flourished. Since the conflict had touched the lives of the aristocratic participants only, the country was by and large barely affected. Indeed, in Miss Granger's erudite study of the Wars of the Cousins (written under the nom de plume Hiero Gravitas), she wryly noted that there was no mass annihilation of the nobility as often claimed by sociological scholars for only five of the great aristocratic families became extinct as a result of the wars.
As the veil of peace fell across the land, the shroud of unhappiness engulfed the Orthod household when the Baron was struck by ill-health. However, his coughs did not deter him from securing his daughter's belated coming out. The society that had been so quick to forget Miss Granger at the outbreak of the sixth civil war soon was abuzz with gossip about the reclusive and pedantic Granger family. While her father's contributions to the tactical war effort were acknowledged, it was widely rumoured that Miss Granger had planned the Gryffindor attacks from the comfort of the Orthod estate at Richmond. Furthermore, most of society doubted openly as to her accomplishments, for unlike many of her contemporaries, Miss Granger and her father decided against circulating the extent of her actual inheritance. This oversight did not detract her merits from the eyes of her friends and former teachers; and despite three offers of marriage from the youngest son of the impecunious ducal family of Offaly, Lord Ronald Weasley, she vows she will have nought to do with marriage.
Miss Granger had other plans for herself, and considering the fact that she was regularly contributing articles to Ars Chemica under her nom de plume Hiero Gravitas, she earnestly believed that she had a future in writing or at least, teaching. She had spoken to Lady Minerva on this matter, as she had intended to seek a position at either Garswoth or Hogwarts School for Young Men to acquaint herself with the manner in which a school ought to be administered. As sole heiress to her father's fortune and all, she decided that she would use her inheritance to establish a school for young women where they would be taught to be useful rather than ornamental. Lady Minerva, who had done almost the exact same thing some forty years earlier, applauded the idea, secretly wishing she could override the decisions of all the other school directors and abolishing the basic feminine arts for a more rigorous education. Unable to meet most of Miss Granger's queries, she showed her former student's letter to her old friend, Albus Dumbledore, the Duke of Sanguine, and Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"It is all very well if she is truly set on this course," said the Duke, who kept his blue eyes affixed on the letter. "Yet, I cannot help but voice my reservations. She is young. Furthermore, she will encounter difficulties in the management of her plans when she inherits the Barony. There will be much talk when it becomes known that the Lady Orthod in her own right is administering and teaching in her own school."
Lady Minerva looked sternly at her friend, pursed her thin lips together and sought to keep her mild annoyance in check. "She will not be known as Lady Orthod when she teaches, Sanguine. By Nimue, you do not use your title in your administrative duties either. Your teaching staff are just as discrete as to their birth. Lord Lupin is still known simply as Mr in the confines of Hogwarts. And Filius too he teaches in both our schools! You do not give Miss Granger credit for her powers of observation. Surely, she knows of their birth and situations in life; yet, they remain silent on it. She will exercise the same silence on her own position."
"Minerva, my sweet," chuckled her companion as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "Teaching without one's title is one matter, being Headmistress with one is another. People in our position who are a part of the ton yet apart from it vex society. It may not care much or Filius because he is a younger son of an Earl or Remus because he has come into money, but I know the difficulties too well. There isn't a day where I am constantly reminded of my Dukedom or my Order of the Phoenix. I may insist strongly that I am to be known quite plainly as Professor Dumbledore in the confines of Hogwarts, but my 'interests' in politics render that piece of land in Sanguine useful. Miss Granger would have to find a place between the Baroness and the common lady if she wants to succeed." He stroked his snowy long beard for a moment in thought and continued, "It will undoubtedly be too much for her, given her youth and inexperience with politics and society."
"Do you think so little of my students, Sanguine" asked Lady Minerva indignantly as she set down her teacup.
Sanguine's eyes twinkled slightly. "I've been inviting you to address me by my given name for the past fifty years, my dear. But to answer your question no, I do not doubt Miss Granger's earnest ability or modest intellect. I fear she may have chosen this path out of pique or disappointment." He placed his hand on Lady Minerva's gently. "I've seen it happen before."
Lady Minerva quickly withdrew her hand and thought that her friend looked momentarily disappointed. As he sighed, she carefully stated her opinion. "There is no private disappointment as far as I can see."
"Are we speaking of her disappointment or yours?" enquired Sanguine who hovered his hand over Lady Minerva's before he decided to place it on his teacup. Pushing his half-moon spectacles up his nose bridge, he looked meaningfully at his old friend, who glared a warning at him.
"She is not like your godson!"
"He is yours too! You were with me at the altar when he was christened. It was the only time I could coax you near any altar, come to think on it."
The lady smiled quietly in spite of herself. "Not quite, I accompanied you to Gretna Green once..."
"To purchase kid gloves for my brother's wedding," he interposed with a laugh. "Still," he continued, hoping that his companion's mood had lightened somewhat. "Miss Granger seems to have a great deal of parallels with our godson."
"Nonsense! For one, she lacks his private disappointment."
"It is unusual for a lady her age to be so set on this course; there has to be a deeper explanation than a strong desire to teach and be useful," he reasoned. "Severus was the same when he came to us..."
"Sir James and Lady Potter are dead, Sanguine," she reminded him in a warning tone. "We do not speak ill of the departed, whether in the context of Severus's twenty odd year disappointment or no."
"Ah, but we must speak on the Potters, my dear, they were the indirect reasons for Severus's disappointment."
"And it provided him with a reason to adhere to this noble cause of education. It has made him stronger and he has since moved on from that incident."
"You may think so," murmured the Duke of Sanguine, folding his long gingers into a steeple, "if it gives you comfort." He smiled wryly at his friend as she poured herself another cup of tea. "You know, my sweet Minerva, we men," he paused as he caught her lower her eyes and purse her lips into a tight amused little smile at his phrase. "We men," he repeated with something resembling a wistful sigh, "are rather poor creatures. If the lady of our affections chuses another, we can do nothing. Left powerless, what can we do? We watch and try to be happy for her choice; then seek to be constant to her image in our hearts and minds."
"You assume all the members of your sex are gentlemen. The rakes and rattles would beg to differ. Moreover, Sanguine, you neglected to consider the feminine perspective. If there is no real declaration, we remain ignorant and cannot react accordingly," she said in a slow and deliberate manner, attempting to outstare his searching blue gaze.
"Declaring himself, you say," muttered the Duke in apparent absent-mindedness. "I think I may have hit on something for your Miss Granger when she comes to town next week."
"I do not like that smile in your eyes, my lord Duke! This is not one of your meddling schemes I hope?"
"Do you think so poorly on me?" he chuckled. "I will be nothing more than the bird with the suggestion; whether he takes up the proffered hint is entirely his business."
"Really?" questioned Lady Minerva flatly, clearly unimpressed with her friend's notion.
"Yes, really," he answered and brought her hand to his lips. "Thank you for tea, my dear, but I must be off. I have to catch Severus before he's incommunicado for the day. Do you think I'm presentable enough to step out onto the streets?"
Lady Minerva smiled slightly and adjusted his hat, beard and cravat before deciding that he was indeed presentable. As the Duke of Sanguine bounded down her steps into the streets, she knew it was futile to hope to hope that his new scheme would be abandoned.
Footnotes:
Readers, you will notice that the title of the chapter contains the name of flowers/plants. This is significant to understanding the plot. While some of you may be familiar with the language of flowers, I beg you to allow for differences in interpretation. Some flowers/plants have one meaning during the time of the Regency and another during the Victorian era. My guess is that those of you familiar with this language are acquainted with the Victorian interpretation rather than the Regency one.
Naturally, there is also a deeper meaning beyond that of the flowers. What it is I leave it to you to uncover.
(1) A pink is a type of flower. A white pink is rare and stands for "talent and ingeniousness".
The term "pink" was invented in the 17th century to describe the light red (yes, pale red) flowers of flowering plants in the genus Dianthus. They were named thus because these flowers had "pinked" edges on their petals which looked as though they had been cut with pinking shears. The pinks (flowers) that we know today are come under the species Dianthus plumarius. There is a school of thought however that says the word "pink" is a derivation of the Dutch word "pinck". From my limited knowledge of Dutch, I know that "pinck" has two very different meanings. It can be small as in "pinck oogen", which means small eyes. The other meaning is "hole". In those days, they had all kinds of gardening scissors; some of these had fanciful designs and when used to cut flowers, created exotic lace-like effects on flower petals. Lest you think that the flowers are called pinks because of their colour, I must disabuse you the Dianthus plumaris are not mostly pink, they come in many other colours as well.
See them here http://shiraz.me.uk/site/flowers/D/dianthus/plumarius_sonata.jpg and http://www.laden.dk/Billeder/d/dianthus%20plumarius%20diamant%20D21.jpg.
(2) The creeping cereus represents modest genius.
This is what it looks like http://www.antiquemapsandprints.com/p-8813.jpg
(3) Readers who can identify the derivation of Garswoth will be given 5 points.
Readers who can identify the derivation of Dunseof will be given 5 points.
(4) In those days, if you were of the ton, you sent your children (of both sexes) to school when they were 9 or 10. If the family has a governess to teach the girls then they will not be sent to school. Girls are only "out" when they are about 16 or 18, sometimes a little later.
(5) The civil war mentioned above is taken from my understanding of the Wars of the Roses.
(6) Ton, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the Regency/Empire period means fashionable Society, or the fashion. It originates from the French bon ton, meaning good form, i.e. good manners, good breeding, etc. A person could be a member of the ton, attend ton events, or be said to have good ton (or bad ton). Ton can be interchangeably used with beau monde. In this story, when I spell society with a capital S (i.e. Society), I am referring to the ton.
(7) Minerva mentions "rakes" and "rattles".
A rake is a somewhat subjective term often used in historical romances to describe the hero. Webster defines a rake as "a dissolute person; a libertine" -- in other words, not a very nice character. In romance novels, however, a rake seldom exhibits behaviour that puts him beyond the pale. The term "rake" is most often used in the same way as "playboy" or "womaniser" but without the other implications of drinking, debauchery, and general lechery which inform the literal definition. A typical rakish hero will often have a number of women in his past, but the love of one special woman will cause him to give up the field forever. My understanding of "rake" is a cad or blackguard who threatens a young lady's reputation for propriety and chastity. These men are usually characterized by high spirits and carelessness for the consequences of their actions.
(8) The rattle, a considerably lesser threat than the rake, is unlikely to have designs on a lady's chastity, but he may compromise her reputation by involving her in his jokes or his general vulgarity of manner. Best represented by John Thorpe in Northanger Abbey, the rattle is likely to be an aspiring rake, a lout who represents himself as moving in a "fast set" in fashionable society. He is too obviously a fool to succeed in seducing any woman of sense, but his foolish prattle may compromise a woman's reputation, and his show of intimacy with any sensible woman inevitably makes her appear less judicious to others; just to be seen with a rattle shows lack of taste and judgement. Thorpe's teasing, presumptuousness and loose tongue are typical of the rattle and are more the marks of a fool than a knave, but he still manages to ape the part of the more sinister villains of the Gothic novel. The rattle, a comically diminished type of Gothic villain (for more information on Gothic villains, email me), is nevertheless a realistic social threat in 18th-19th century England, where young ladies are judged by the company the keep.
(9) Those of you who skipped my introduction and preface will undoubtedly be furious with me for calling Albus Dumbledore "Sanguine" and Severus Snape "Sterne" in this story. Permit me to inform you that I am only following the etiquette of address among peers and the gentry in this story.
If you are still confused, I will give you a very brief primer here. If you want more information, kindly refer to the introduction/preface. I am not inclined to explain it in all my chapters repeatedly because it is very tiring.
I anticipate that some of you make take issue with my spelling of the rank "Marquis/Marquess". Strictly speaking, if a title is spelt "Marquis" then it is either Scottish or French. "Marquess" is the spelling for the rank in Ireland, Wales and England.
A duke or duchess is addressed as "Your Grace" by social inferiors, and as "Duke" or "Duchess" by social equals. Social equals who address Dukes and Duchess simply as "Duke" or "Duchess" are people who do not know the ducal family very well and are within the peerage. Social equal are people ranked from Duke to Baron. Baronets, Knights, commoners, their wives and children would call Dukes and Duchesses "Your Grace".
A Baronet is NOT the same as a Baron. A Baronet is also NOT the same as a Knight. While a knight is also a "Sir", the baronetcy can be passed down to his sons (and only sons), a knighthood cannot. A Baronet will be referred to thus in Burke's: Sir William Percy, Bart. Think of the baronetcy as a hereditary knighthood. The baronetcy is a useful way of rewarding persons who deserved recognition but should not be cluttering up the House of Lords; in the Georgian era, Irish peerages were most often granted to Englishmen with no connection to Ireland, for much the same reason. But in this story, the Duke of Offaly is an Irish Peer from a very long line with links to the House of Lords. That's why he has a seat there.
First names were almost never used in speech, except in extremely limited circumstances, before this century. Its use of first names was restricted almost exclusively to children growing up together, or in some cases boys at school together. They would continue to use their childhood forms of address throughout their lives. Parents might also ignore titles when addressing their children, but very often if there was a title available, say an eldest son's courtesy title, even a mother would use it, albeit alone, e.g., the Duchess of Offaly would call her eldest son, Dragonlaire, not Charles and not Lord Dragonlaire.
Among men, rather than first names, the tendency is to use the title alone, e.g., Sterne, Sanguine, or the last name alone, e.g., Weasley. Occasionally first names were used among very close friends who, as mentioned above, attended boarding school together from a young age, especially if the boy didn't have the peerage while he was in school, but inherited it later (which is why Lord Sterne's friends and godparents call him "Severus," while they call Arthur Weasley, who is the Duke of Offaly in this story, "Offaly". What does mean? Offaly had already inherited his peerage when he met them, while Severus inherited his after he had left school.
Following this rule then, Lucius Malfoy is known as Mallefille because he is the Duke of Mallefille. He is known by Mallefille to all except Severus, who knew him before he inherited the dukedom. However, this does not mean that Severus addresses Lucius by the title he knew him as before he inherited the Dukedom. Why? Because Draco now has that courtesy title, which is the Marquessate of Villiers. Thus, Severus addresses Lucius by his first name or if they are in company, by his ducal title. This also interestingly hints at something else. If Sterne called Lucius throughout their childhood, it means that when they were children, Lucius was plain Lord Lucius Malfoy, which means that he had an elder brother. When this elder brother died, Lucius stepped into the Marquessate, but to Severus, he will always be Lucius.
Even spouses often maintained more formal modes of address than Christian names, even in private. Most often a lady would call her husband by his title alone, as his intimate friends or his family would, e.g., Chatham. Obviously it would depend upon the couple, and many factors might contribute, such as age disparity or actual intimacy, but a wife would almost always refer to her husband this way, even to her closest friends and relations, and in company they would call each other "my lord" and "my lady," or perhaps some diminutive like "my dear" or "my love."
"The" is a designation only used for peers and their families. It is not used, for example, by baronets, knights, or commoners (except when referring to the widow of a baronet). The wife of a baronet or knight would be Lady Burke, and never The Lady Burke, while the wife of a peer would be The Lady Melgum, and a peer's daughter who is entitled to use the "Lady" designation would be The Lady Serena Carlow. However, when the usage is not formal, "The" may be dropped.
When "Miss" is used alone with a surname, it refers to the eldest unmarried daughter. Other daughters must be distinguished by using their Christian names. For example, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Miss Mary Bennet, Miss Catherine Bennet, Miss Lydia Bennet. Or, collectively, the Misses Bennet. In conversation, where none of her sisters are present, a younger sister may be addressed as Miss Bennet. If Jane and Lizzie are standing together, however, they are addressed as Miss Bennet and Miss Elizabeth.
When "Mr" is used alone with a surname, it refers to the eldest son (of a Viscount, baron, baronet, knight, or commoner). His younger brothers are distinguished from him in speech by using their Christian names, similarly to the use of "Miss." Their wives adopt precisely the same usage, only with "Mrs" instead of "Mr" Mr Plowden is the eldest son, and Mrs Plowden is his wife; Mr Thomas Plowden is a younger son, and Mrs Thomas Plowden is his wife.
*Note In British English, there is no full stop (I think Americans call it the 'period') after the Mr and Mrs.
If you are curious as to why Draco has a title when Lucius isn't dead. Let me explain brief. Eldest sons (heirs) of earls, marquesses, and dukes are allowed to adopt their father's next-highest title as a courtesy, which they use in every way as if it were a "real" peerage (when it isn't). It was a 17th century custom to throw in a number of new lesser titles to "fill in" when creating a new higher title, so the older a dukedom or an earldom, the more likely the second title is to be a much lower one, skipping steps, if you will: the eldest sons of the Dukes of Norfolk, Grafton, St. Albans, Richmond, Buccleuch, Newcastle, and Northumberland are earls, the Dukes of Dorset's and Manchester's are viscounts, and the Duke of Somerset's only a Lord. But since Dorset's and Manchester's eldest sons are viscounts, their eldest sons cannot take a barony as a courtesy title. If there is no courtesy title available, the eldest son of a duke, marquess, or earl takes the family name as a courtesy title. So, in this story, the Duke of Mallefille's next highest title is the Marquess of Villiers and the Duke of Offaly' next highest title is the Earl of Dragonlaire.
It is important to note, however, that an heir of a peer who is not a direct descendant of that peer (i.e., his eldest son or his eldest son's eldest son) does not take any secondary title as a courtesy title. He remains known by whatever title (if any) he derived from his own father until he accedes to the peerage. That's why Albus Dumbledore's brother, does not hold his next highest title he is just plain Lord Aberforth Dumbledore.
All Children of barons and viscounts and younger sons of earls are known by their First and family Surname (not their father's title), prefixed by "The Honourable," for example, The Honourable Miss Granger. Sometimes, Honourable is abbreviated as "Honble" or "Hon." It is correct to call such children members of the Father's Title's Household Family or Surname family. E.g. The Weasley children in this story can be said to be of the Weasley Family or the Offaly Family.
Younger Sons of dukes and marquesses prefix "Lord" to their First and family Surname (not their father's title), for example, Lord Ronald Weasley.
Younger Sons of earls, however, only get to be called "The Honourable," not "Lord," for example, The Honourable Sir Francis Longbottom.
All Daughters of earls, marquesses, and dukes similarly are known as "Lady First name Surname," for example, Lady Ginevra Weasley.
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47 Reviews | 6.34/10 Average
Well that wins the prize for most original piece of HP fanfiction - brilliant job, lots of sublety and beautiful work with the meaning of flowers - and I especially love the gentle courting between Dumbledore and McGonagall - and the ending between these two was BRILLIANT - marriage!
I do have one question - Dumbledore has a son - as you introduced us to Wulfric - who is Wulfric's mother? That bit confused me...
Anyway - brilliant story, you poured a ton of work into this and presented us with a really interesting view of some of our favorite characters. Thank you!
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“Well,” exclaimed Lady Minerva in a quietly indignant voice, “I see you are speaking of Miss Granger. You do realise that we women are not livestock you can barter, own and sell. Miss Granger is a sensitive and intelligent woman. She is a person; a human being. I beg you to remember that, Severus.”
Good for Minerva - too bad she didn't rap his *coughs* knuckles or something else for his complete arrogance.... *shakes head*.
Oh I am loving watching Dumbledore and McGonagall hint and insinuate back and forth at each other - flirting as they go - so freaking adorable!
This chapter has somehow lost all of its formatting.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
I have been trying to fix this since 2007 but nothing i do seems to work. Alternatively, go to ashwinder and read this chapter there. I am listed under the same name.
I am truly in love with this story, but alas I fear it is abandoned. Perchance, is it posted elsewhere?Thankyou for your prose.Cheers.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
This story is completed in 20+ chapters. All the chapters are here.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
This story is completed in 20+ chapters. All the chapters are here.
I stumbled upon this tale todayand have enjoyed it immensely. I truly appreciated your supplying the footnotes (though I didn't really need to read them as the study of the history and culture of Regency England is one of my hobbies) and adored the Ars Alchemica articles.
This was quite fun and I honestly don't think anyone was all that much out of character. I wish I had thought of the idea!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Thank you for your kindness. I included the footnotes because my betas had difficulty following the plot. I am very glad you enjoyed the story.
“'Come in,' came the slightly disembowelled voice from the room." Did you mean "disembodied," perhaps? I don't know much about Regency styles of speech, and I could see a case for "disembowelled," but it seems kind of grisly. Loving the story, on this second read, really enjoying the gentler sort of scandal in this world where murder and mayhem is commonplace. It's nice to retreat with Severus and Hermione in a sweet garden. And lavender is a favorite of mine, I enjoyed all the background especially.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Ah! My betas and I have missed that! Thank you for bringing it to my attention. Thank you for the kind review.
Silly Sterne! I want to yell, "Out with it. Tell her that you want to be the one to compromise her and be forced into marriage!" Hahaha!Very good chapter.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
He's not going to say anything like that, I'm afarid. But he will lose his temper further...
Ah, dang Bullstrode! LOL. I wished she'd kept silent. You see, I want them to be able to elope. Teehee!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
They will elope, have no fear. Our merry band will be too late to catch them. Or will they? Stay tuned...
Meep! Just finally got caught up to this point! Such goings-on. Well written as always, and certainly NOT boring! *big hugs*Zambi
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Meep! Ah! a Japanese fangirl squeel! Wonderful! Glad you liked it. There will be an elopement scene soon, and Sterne in a very pissy quandry.
Good chapter. I liked seeing his jealousy come out, and I'm glad she recognized it. Muahahaha! I am interested in seeing if Draco and Ginny can pulls things off without trouble.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
This is only ch 17! There's more trouble ahead.
A just end for Percy. I wonder if Goyle will truly meet Draco or if someone will intervene. Ah, but I can't wait to find out more about Hermione... and her feelings about our dear Severus.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Goyle will meet Draco. As another reviewer pointed out. this is Devil's Cub-ish and will be something like as move along... Sorry for the lack of originality, but allow me to say something in my defense... In medieval times, trye genius was not being original. it was taking someone's else already written story (and hence well know) and giving it your own spin). This is exactly what i have done.
ahhhh!! Hermione! Tsk Tsk! I'd say he really wants her, not just being chivalrous. She'll open her eyes soon enough (so I hope). Great work!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
That will happen much later. The next chapter will feature the gaming hell...
I do enjoy a well turned phrase, so I'll keep reading. Cheers.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
very glad you liked it. the plot thickens from here on.
Oh, man... **chews nails** I hope they can clear it up (Severus/Hermione) soon and work together to catch a little beetle. Good chapter! I like the Neville storyline, too.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
they should be able too. they have to get married when the book ends! the plot thickens... thanks for the review
another great chapter, my dear! I'm happy for the update. Percy is such an arse. I hope one of them ends up running hiim through instead--hehe. The beetle again! That witch! I wonder when she's going to reveal some of their secrets!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Fear not, Percy will come to a fully warranted, thoroughly merited and justly ignominous end.
Oh what a lovely interlude... i don't know how i missed this chapter!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
thank you. i think it's a nice lull before the storm. the storm will erupt shortly...
still another amazing chapter ! I'm worried though by that beetle, if it's Skeeter and if she spills the beans in the prophet, Hermione will believe Sterne had betrayed her secret. Some plots developments ?
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
the beetle will have a part to play. and yes, HG is meant ti believe that Sterne betrayed her secret. It is indeed plot development and i am ashamed to be so transparent. The beetle Hermione=Hiero subplot will lead to another subplot, which in turn leads to another subplot. The revelation where Miss Annoying Beetle reveals Hermione=Hiero will occur between chs 12-14. hope that answers your question.
Great chapter. I'm happy that it seems they've come to an arrangement of sorts. I thought it sweet that he admitted about Lily and her. So... Ginny and Draco are having a good time, eh? Excellent!
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Thank you for your encouragement. Aw...I was apprehensive about including the Lily bit at first - but my betas liked the idea and so here it is. I'm wondering whether I should I write a sequel to this...But I ramble... Ginny and Draco are having a lot of fun - however, a note of caution - beware the beetle! Thanks for the review.southern_witch_69's response: Oh, I wanted to mention that. Could that be the ruddy Rita Skeeter? Teehee... doing her spying as usual? I thought maybe that's why they never came out and voiced exactly what she'd written, but then I wondered if they realized at all.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
The next chapter has a brief snip from the newspaper - hope taht's tantalising enough. As for the rest - all i can say is that the beetle will be very annoying.
I'm of the mind that our dear Hermione is the author. Excellent if that is the case. I skimmed most of the article b/c I'm pressed for time, but I shall return later to give it a true read. Okay, duh, I had skipped down to write the above after I finished the chapter, and then, I went back up to read the footnotes. Haha! Lovely! I can't wait until the next update. Happy Christmas to you and yours! Thanks for updating early for us.Oh, by the way, I enjoyed his comparison of Hermione and Lily. And I am happy that she's intriguing him now. Will there be more later with Millicent and her lineage?
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Ah, yes, Hermione Granger = Hiero Gravitas. So the plot thickens. Bear in mind that there was a beetkle in ch 5...Yes, there will be more on Millicent in a later chapters...
Good grief. I've just read over your notes at the beginning. Nearly everything asked was explained in some of your notes already. I'm thinking that the readers didn't read, eh? LOL... At least not everything. Anyway, I adore work from this era, and though some phrases are foreign to me, they are easy enough to decipher with the rest of the wording. Only once or twice did I drop down right away to see what something was. I get annoyed when I have to point out the obvious on things, too. Anyway, cheers. You are doing well and one of my favorite writers in the fandom. *wink* I read your notes. Teehee... Back to the top to read then...
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
Thank you for your constant encouragement and support (and the reply on my blog)! I try to make everything simple for my readers - however, sometimes i get carried away. My BA thesis sup frequently reminds me to bear in mind taht not everyone knows what i'm talkng about and that I had better keepmy readers informed.
That article and the discussion at the ball have a certain familiarity.What confrontation shall occur?
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
That you shall see in the nect chapter - after christmas. awfully sorry to keep you in suspense for a week (and perhaps more)...
I still love this story, and I think it's great, but I have to say that either your beta or your spellcheck is doing you a disservice-there are words in here that are spelled similar to what they're supposed to be, or the incorrect spelling for the word you want. At one point, you have "ridicule" written, when I'm sure you would rather have "reticule", and several "to" instead of "two". I'm not trying to give you a bad review, I seriously love this story, and I think that the research alone is enough to earn you all the awards out there. In fact, my only real complaint is that you won't be updating until after Christmas. *whine*:-)
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
My dear, PLEASE READ the footnotes. If you had done so, you would have noticed that footnote 8 EXPLICTLY STATES:8) Between the years 1780-1820, the little bag/purse thing that ladies carried was called a ridicule. It was only in 1820-1860s that it was called a reticule. I have kept the old-fashioned spelling in this plot. Why was it called a ridicule? Because it seemed a ridiculous notion in the late 18th/early 19th century to carry outside the dress those personal belongings formerly kept in large pockets beneath the dress. When waists rose and skirts narrowed, bulky pockets could no longer be accommodated without spoiling the line of the dress, and so the ridicule became an essential accessory. The term "reticule" seems to have come into use around the mid-19th century.
Response from zambonigirl (Reviewer)
You want me to read? Ha! Yeah, okay, I should. Sorry.
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
No big! I get such reader comments all the time. trhough, i must say, yoy should get a prize for being the nicest one!
OH, I can't wait until he tells Ginny of his intentions! This is getting good! I'm on the edge of my chair hoping to know what's next. muahahaha
Response from Lady Strange (Author of The Language of Flowers)
I'm very glad you're enjoying this little fic. The next scene takes place at Black's... could be interesting to see the gentlemen in their habitat.