<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth, Oswald<br/><hr/><br/>Elizabeth wasn’t always as subtle as she thought she was and Agatha knew exactly what she was doing when she moved to place Professor Hardinger between Agatha and herself, but it was all she could do not to snicker at Onneca’s change of topic to lace cosies for dogs.  Her friend had a subtlety of her own and a wit that both Elizabeth and Agatha so enjoyed.<br/><br/>“Professor Hardinger.” Agatha greeted the man not unkindly.  They had their differences, but they were philosophical in nature and nothing more.  She thought him a decent fellow even if she never said it out loud.  She flickered a glance at the shaded smile of Onneca, her emerald eyes dancing with mirth.  “They would look absolutely precious.” She agreed about the doggy hats.  Elizabeth however seemed to be taking this visit ever more seriously.  Agatha did wish to hear what Oswald was so worried about, but could not waste an opportunity to watch him squirm a little.  He was more than a little discombobulated at having to join them for tea.  So instead of delving right into the conversation as he wished she took a moment to slowly butter her bread and delicately pour the honey over it.  The glistening liquid drizzled in a thin stream that Agatha took higher and higher until the spoon she dripped if from was at her eye level.  It looked absolutely delicisious in its golden perfection.<br/><br/>“Why do you think that is the case Professor?” She finally asked still drizzling honey from the spoon.  What she really wanted to ask was…What do you want?<br/>