Miles T. Bletchley (ng_miles) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-04-24 08:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | * april 2006, - complete, daphne bletchley (greengrass), miles bletchley |
RP: Making it up to her
Date: April 23, 2006
Characters: Miles, Daphne
Location: Bletchley Manor
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Miles gets to thinking... oh dear.
The 'mission' from Rabastan, and now the owl from Cass. Miles had plenty of time to think, and that was usually dangerous at the best of times.
His leg wasn't aching - at least he could walk on it for now - it was just going to be a fe days before the muscles recovered, and the tendons knitted. Thankfully, Orla did her usual bang up job.
But the one thing he remembered from the whole battle, and the aftermath, was the profound fear that had been on Daphne's face. It was his fault she was in the mess she was in. Rodolphus and Bellatrix had all but told her she had to get her father to start donating to their cause, and then he had put her life in danger by staying the night in Upper Slaughter.
If he could get that annulment to their marriage, he would, and she would not be obligated to him any longer. But that was proving to be all but impossible. Not that he even acknowledged the emotions that washed through him at the thought of not having her around. It was just a flush of pain from his injuries, yes.
But it was her birthday on the weekend, and just as his own had been a complete disaster, he knew that he had to make hers all the more enjoyable. The bag of galleons that Rabastan had sent was still sitting on the table beside him, and he considered it carefully.
He'd need to buy her something nice. Something very nice. Something tangible and have it come from him. There was no point raiding his family jewels, as they now were hers by default as his wife.
The more he considered the galleons as he sipped a fire whiskey, the more he knew he was going to have to go shopping, and somewhere a little more exotic than Hogsmeade. He'd take a trip to London tomorrow, and see what he could arrange. He knew the names of a few jewelers, had heard the name from Montague.
It was the least he could do to make things up to her.