A Letter from Honeysuckle Harebell ~ 26th September 1908

Dear Percival,

I am calling a  meeting of the Tea Time Club. Be here are 4pm sharpish on Friday. I trust you have managed to gather up all the Garden Gnomes without suspicion? Wear a disguise. Don’t dilly dally.

Kind regards,

Miss. H. Harebell

Safely Stowed

23rd September 1908

Dear Percy,

Tea Time Club Friday at 4, my house. No need to bring refreshments. Urgent. Come Incognito. Sorry to hear your plane went down. Hope all is well.

Best wishes

Honeysuckle x

24th September 1908

Dear Violet,

Meeting at my house at 4 on Friday. I don't want you to worry, it's nothing serious, but do have a wash and wear something other than a shade of Violet to avoid detection. Bring whoever, but ask them to wipe their feet.

Best wishes

H x

p.s. The Professor will be here.

Violet hiding in the Coal Bunker

25th September 1908

Dear Professor Ruckenfiger,

Please accept my cordial (but vital) invitation to tea on Friday at 4p.m., for an impromptu meeting of the Tea Time Club. Please use the back door so as not to upset my Hellebores. Excuse my blunt tone, but could you wear something different and hide those wonderful ears of yours if possible?

Yours faithfully

Miss. Honeysuckle Harebell

P.s. Violet will be here.

26th September 1908

Dear Millicent,

I suppose you know. Great Aunt Mildew must have told you. I realise this must come as much as a shock to you as it does to me. I'm flabberghasted!

When I was exploring my family tree I had no idea who was in it. I have been completely thrown by the revelation that I am descended from Fleabane, the very Fairy I have written about in one of my imaginative pamphlets.

Of course, I do believe in Fairies and believed her story to be true. I spent several afternoons meeting with a legitimate source, but I was completely in the dark about being related to them! Now it all makes sense - my mothers wishful thinking, Great Aunt Mildew and her flights of fancy, not to mention the fact, they were green!

How did I not notice? So many things I took for granted, my family heirloom, the self pouring teapot for instance, the list goes on and I paid no attention whatsoever. How did I not notice how - magical it all was?

I have been trying to remain calm, but Millicent, when you discover you have magical blood running through your veins you do get a little overwhelmed at the realms of possibility.

However, it turns out, I have nothing Fairy-ish about me, apart from my general greenish pallor and my height. I must admit I did secretly try to muster some Fairy Dust the other day, using a cane from the garden but quite honestly, all that happened was, I knocked my favourite teacup off the table. None of my wishes have come true, apart from my tomatoes being a success this year. And I don’t have any wings either, which perhaps is a relief, I struggle on the bicycle. I did however notice sparkles appearing when I did the dusting but I thought it was Moths. I won’t be doing that again.

You can’t know how foolish I feel. Did you have any inkling? But Millicent,what is the use of being a Fairy unless you can wave a magic wand and make all this go away?

Now the dust has settled, I realise I am in a very dangerous situation. Peaseblossom has banned Magic and is going after anyone and everyone that has anything remotely Magical about them.

Peaseblossom recruiting poster

I would come to Baden Baden but there is a checkpoint at the end of the village, you can’t go in or out without the correct papers, whatever they may be. I am hopeless, useless, in the face of all this Millicent. I am, it turns out, another would be Fairy who can't fly, and all I can do is go- undercover.

Going Undercover

I have called a meeting of the Tea Time Club this afternoon. It’s only fair I tell them what I am and the reason for my 'disappearance'. If all this goes horribly wrong Millicent, please know, I hold you in the highest esteem. I am so proud of your fight for Votes for Women. Promise me you will return and get into parliament. I do believe, it’s the way forward to get us out of these dark times. We need a voice of reason.Tempust Fuge, must dash I have to say my goodbyes to the seedlings. Oh dear. I am making a fuss aren't I - I am quite discombobulated.

Best wishes

Honeysuckle Harebell

X

P.s. Address all correspondence to Violet from now on.

P.p.s. Whatever happened to the Cat?

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