#✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟏𝟎.𝟏 ➜ ｢ Way Back When ¦ Regency AU ｣

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❧ * 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝟑: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏. ☙

➤ @hqlfbloods asked: " i think i am somehow afraid i will do something wrong. " ( from penelope featherington )

  ❝Like what?❞ Hermione's head turns to the shorter female, her brow raising. It didn't really give her enough to go on, but she knew it could have something to do with Mister Colin Bridgerton. After all, he'd just returned from his trip abroad and... well, it wasn't as if that went unnoticed. All the ladies of the Ton saw him; goodness, he even flirted with a good chunk of them. Hermione wasn't blind, either.

  And she especially wasn't a fool when it came to Penelope and her attraction toward him. Everyone else seemed to not really see it — she supposed — but it was as clear as day! It was there, natural— it was love, for goodness sake.

  Ever since her fall-out with Eloise, this pair had been around each other all the more. Three went down to two for some unknown reason, but that's just how it was. Was Hermione going to get involved? No. That was between those two, whatever it was.

  ❝You need more confidence, Penelope,❞ she speaks, giving her friend a stern look, nothing out of the ordinary for Miss Granger, ❝I've seen you, you know. The way you walked into that ballroom with your new dress. You need to apply that confidence.�� She nods at that, ❝...Would this happen to be because of Mister Bridgerton?❞

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  The Bridgerton estate always had the most prettiest of flowers in bloom around this time of year, and Hermione Granger was no fool, she recognised their beauty but never really went any closer to inspect them further. After all, it wasn't her estate now, was it?

  On this particular day, Miss Granger found herself wandering way too close than what was actually appropriate, not really spotting who was already in the gardens. He'd straightened up to greet her as her brown eyes widened, ❝I—❞ Composure, Granger, ❝I agree. The flowers in this garden seem to bloom so much more vibrantly than any of the others around Mayfair,❞ She gives her opinion softly as she looks toward the blooms around them, lots of different kinds but all so beautiful in their own right, it gave the garden so much colour. ❝I apologise if I'm intruding on your time and space, Mister Bridgerton.❞

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the lush gardens of the Bridgerton estate, illuminating the dew-kissed petals and casting playful shadows along the gravel paths. Colin strolled through the garden, his thoughts wandering as freely as the butterflies flitting about the blooms. His family’s estate was a haven of beauty and tranquility, a stark contrast to the bustling social season of London. Pausing by a particularly vibrant rose bush, Colin bent down to examine a delicate blossom, its rich fragrance filling the air. Lost in contemplation, he didn't notice the figure approaching until they were nearly upon him. “Good morning,” he greeted, straightening up with a polite nod, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I didn’t expect to find anyone else out here so early. The gardens are a perfect place for some quiet reflection, don’t you think?"

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Also, I think Hermione, Penelope & Eloise would be such a cute lil' group of friends BITE me

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❧ * 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝟑: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏. ☙

➤ @insip1dwallflower asked: " do you find yourself back in town for any particular reason? in search of something or... someone? "

  Hermione stood there, not really looking at the Featherington, but hearing her every word, the book in her hands slowly being closed. What was she in town for? She lived around here, so it wasn't like she wasn't welcome, but... the question held a lot more than that, didn't it? Was she here for something? Or someone? She didn't really know.

  Or maybe she did, and she just didn't want to admit to that.

  ❝I couldn't possibly tell you, Miss Featherington,❞ She speaks, chocolate eyes looking around at the people of the Ton passing them by, the book she was holding now wrapped in her arms as if to protect it. Of course, according to members of society, she is to be a lonely spinster, with her large, fluffy ginger cat that happens to show up from time to time. Yes, she might as well be a cat lady who reads. Who would want a person like that? ❝Perhaps I'm just hoping for there to be a something... Or a someone.❞ A theoretical, to be certain.

  ❝And—what of you?❞ Her head turns to address her properly now, a small smile on her lips, ❝Are you wandering about the town for a particular reason? Something, or someone?❞