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❚❚ house tour - sabrina carpenter ▷ angel - madonna ▷ punkrocker (feat. iggy pop) - teddybears ▷ man in the mirror - michael jackson ▷ you're a big girl now - the stylistics ▷ barbie girl - aqua ▷ hoe cakes - mf doom ▷ hot to go! - chappell roan ▷ your best american girl - mitski ▷ girls just wanna have fun - cyndi lauper

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❝ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓽 ❞ . . 🔎 : the alchemy of a custard tart dr

🔎 : fragrance notes

➳ custard ; lemon filling iced into a round tart, lightly dusted with sugar on the rim. a box of ornate chocolates containing orange cream. crepes suzette for breakfast on fine china. harriet always has a seat at the table when it comes to teatime. ꒰teatime food connoisseur꒱

➳ baby powder ; velvety dusting of powder on pale pink ballet flats. nutcrackers. the first snow in late fall when the ton retire to their country homes. having been taught ballet at a young age by her aunt amelia, she continued her practice even when amelia left for england. harriet and her twin sister, georgianna, have only this one pastime in common, and not much else is similar besides their mother's eyes. ꒰ballerina꒱

➳ honeycomb ; crisp honeycomb sqeezed over ripe peaches in the gardens. a quiet morning spent only with the cooing of doves. the comfortable corners easily found at any strange gathering. ꒰introverted꒱

➳ seashells ; mama gave harriet an oyster, pearl and all. sea glass and ridged shells gather in her ballerina musical box. raised in the countryside isles along the sea, feet always sunk into warm sand with a morning book in hand. papa loves the sea too, collecting old nautical reports and sailing maps. ꒰selkie꒱

➳ banana ; the peel of a banana left out for barn mice. the wooden handle of her prized magnifying glass that her papa whittled never stayed in one place. harriet filled books and books full of observational notation, experimental data, late night thoughts, alchemical theories, and crude doodles. ꒰magic detective꒱

❝ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 ❞ . . 🫖

[ a "charms of the ton" gossip column , written anonymously. printed january, 1814. ]

dearest readers, the season begins, as it always does, with a flourish of silks, secrets, and sorcery. every corner of the ton brims with anticipation as the year’s debutantes are trotted out like prize fillies- each one hoping to dazzle with her charms (both magical and otherwise), and each mama hoping for a title, a fortune, and perhaps most importantly, a formidable lineage to match. while the house of heron prepares its own festivities in typical fashion, and the queen’s court whispers of a most enchanting first ball, one cannot help but notice the arrival of an irish family new to london's glittering shores. yes, reader, the decidedly and most suddenly extended fitzgerald clan have descended upon us- taking up residence with the ever-reclusive and questionable in financial securement viscount marmaduke fitzgerald of honeybramble. three daughters and one son of respectable magical heritage, if unbeknownst to them. their parents, the previously cucumberish and newly full of juice mr. and mrs. fitzgerald, find themselves with quite the task at hand: settling into proper society, appearing within the duties therein transferred as viscount and viscountess, and marrying off their two eldest girls of age in a city that views newcomers with… let us say, curiosity. the elder twin, miss georgianna, has been carefully groomed for conquest as is proper. but it is the younger twin, miss harriet fitzgerald, who has already begun to raise eyebrows. a bluestocking of the most determined variety, she seems far more interested in the properties of potions than the properties of eligible gentlemen. whispers suggest she spent the boat journey from ireland with her nose buried in botanical texts rather than practicing her curtsy. one must wonder: will miss harriet fitzgerald set aside her scholarly pursuits long enough to avoid making a cake of herself and secure a match? or shall london's bachelors find themselves subjected to lectures on alchemical theory rather than flirtation? this author, for one, shall be watching most carefully. yours in enchantment, lady c.

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