Blackmore Tea Garden Party

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	Blackmore Garden Afternoon Tea
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When arriving at Blackmore Manor, all roads lead to the entrance of the gardens. Staff members¹ have been stationed to greet and guide guests to the festivities. Flowers and various decorations can be found in artful displays.

A large tent has been set up for the parents to congregate in. It had a full-serviced bar with magical aged restrictions, in case anyone wanted to try their luck. This doesn't mean youths can't get up to no good, but it might be in their best interest to avoid becoming a Daily Prophet article. Supervision is scarce overall.

A table has been set for the younger guests. Each with access to a tea pot and numerous three-tiered plates that seem to never end in their supply of finger sandwiches and petit fours.
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¹ Staff members refer to the Blackmore Manor staff, not any form of moderator of the site.

Maeve enjoyed dresses, even frills, and silks. Despite that, she hated when her mother used one of the staff members to pick a dress for her. Over the years, Maeve had grown impeccable at destroying pieces of clothes she hated. A dress without pockets was usually the first to be put through her antics. Despite such items being scarce in her closet, it seemed that the afternoon event demanded a lack of pockets. Fair, given the last one had ended with snacks squirreled away and a redhead hiding in the gardens. Something that wouldn't be as possible this time around. Nervously, she smoothed her hands over her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Soon guests would arrive, and she would have to face the music. Being in green was clear of her mother's wishes. B

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Hogwarts houses had come up in discussion again, and though Gwyneira often discussed it, she had never spoken directly about where her daughter should find herself at home within the castle. It hadn't stopped her from favoring silver and emerald for her wardrobe or encouraging accessories that were inspired by her mother's old house.

Five minutes before the arrival of guests, Maeve made her way down to the manor's grounds. She had always liked the gardens. They were wide and varied. The flowers were her favorite. She made a large bouquet for her room most days but was forbidden with guests coming. Perhaps she'd find a friend to make flower crowns with; the fleeting thought crossed her mind as she eyed a field of wild blooms beyond the large tent.

As the first guests arrived, she greeted them with a smile, her mother at her side to do the same. The woman seemed to materialize just in time for introductions. It wasn't long before Maeve was sent off to spend time with her guests. She and her mother had different definitions of what constituted a person's guest, but that was a matter for a different day. The volume of her sleeves felt too much, but at least the velvet of her bodice was soft.

Hey, she smiled to the first guests, hoping they wouldn't feel her anxiety. So, Hogwarts next month, that's...exciting, she continued, hoping someone would be there for her to lean on. It was the only reason she hadn't fought her mother too hard on the monthly events to get her introduced to future pupils of the school.