The Perk [Saturday morning]

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Dances were exhausting. That was what Celia had taken away from her first, anyway -- once she had stopped feeling so exposed in her dress, she'd had rather a lot of fun, and she'd had enough punch that she'd fallen asleep on a common room couch and woken this morning in a mess of crinolines and lopsided hair. A cursory peek in her room told her that there was a boy asleep on the floor, so it was a relatively disheveled Celia who made her way into the Perk for her morning tea.

In a reverse of last night's be-gowning, she was sleepily casting illusions at herself to dull down her appearance. The pink dress lengthened and darkened, she conjured up a coat (though it had no buttons -- she was quite tired), and a wave of her hand found a ribbon to tie her curls back. By the time she reached the Perk, she felt a little more...presentable, and less like a hungover victim of couch-sleep.

By the time she settled in at a table with a strong cup of black tea, she was feeling even more normal. Even the smell was helping.

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"But Daddy doesn't have a name other adults use with him?" Celia tried, studying the girl. She did seem to have her hair. But plenty of people had curly brown hair, didn't they? It was quite common.

Plenty of people didn't break china when they threw tantrums, though. Damn it.

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"Maybe," Margaret hedged thoughtfully. "Can I have toast with strawberry jam?"

Clearly not much would be done until toast was accomplished.