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Who: Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode
What: Before school shopping....
When: August 16, 1997. 2pm.
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: PG, for now
Daphne strode through the streets of Diagon Alley with her head held high. Behind her, a House Elf was peering through a huge stack of boxes and parcels as it followed dutifully behind. It's little legs quaked under the weight it was carrying. Daphne paid the creature no mind as she walked. Stopping, she glanced around to see where her whim might carry her next.
"Where is my list, Hettie?" Daphne asked her servant.
"It is...tucked away, Mistress Daphne," the elf squeaked.
Daphne sighed in annoyance. "Well, you'd better fetch it, don't you think? Otherwise, I might miss something." She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at the elf. She watched as the elf set the boxes down to pull the list out of the cloth she had tied around her. Unfolding it, Hettie recited what was left to get.
Rolling her eyes, Daphne exaggerated the annoyance she felt. "Do you think you will be able to carry the rest of my things when we get them?" The House Elf looked down but didn't answer. She sighed in disgust. "Fine. Bring them home and return here immediately."
The House Elf disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving Daphne alone. As she was near Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, Daphne decided that a latte would ease her as she waited.
Wearing black velvet robes that accented her lithe, thin body, Daphne felt the hem swish near her ankles as she watched. Her red hair was up in a bun that was bound with a silver accent that matched the ones on her robe. On her right hand was an emerald ring she had received for her birthday. The stone clear and sharp and large enough to be seen and to show off the expense of it and the platinum setting around it.
Ordering her drink, she glanced off to her left thinking she saw someone she recognized... |