Who: Daphne and Open When: 10 May 2005 Where: The Leaky Cauldron Rating: TBD Status: Open and Ongoing
Well, maybe it wasn't just sorrow. Maybe it was frustration. Daphne just wished her damn parents would allow the public to know that their precious daughter wasn't welcome in their family home. Or that they only time they played nice was during Galas and other public events. Daphne rolled her eyes at the simple thought and raised her glass for Tom to pour her another. Sometime whiskey was the best company on Saturday nights.
The robes that marked her as an Unspeakable were carefully draped over the chair she was sitting on. Half the time that was a great indicator that she didn't want to be bothered. For those who were brave enough, a quick glare and a sharp tongue sent them on their way. Daphen was picky about her company this evening, and not many passed her initial review. The drunken idiot who was two glasses of scotch away from being completely useless had tried and tried again. Truly Daphne just wished his friends would finish buying him his drinks and drag him away.
Daphne's hair was pinned up haphazardly by an emerald clip that he great grandmother had given to her. It was one family heirloom they didn't realize she had, and she was going to keep it that way. Unlike her somewhat messy hair, the rest of Daphne looked very well put together. A pencil skirt, button down shirt, and a pair of heels all in black. She wasn't dressed for a date or an outing, obviously. Instead, she had just left work and had decided to stop in for a drink or four and perhaps a conversation with someone she didn't want to hex to Antarctica.