WHO: Daphene Greengrass & Tracey Davis WHAT: Post-gala blackmail WHEN: September 3rd, late afternoon. WHERE: Daphene's flat. STATUS: complete RATING: TBA but probably PG-13
Daphene had spent the last few days getting used to her new life. She hadn't moved into the new place yet, but everything was set. Her things were organized into boxes and all she needed was to shrink them into her suitcase. She hadn't talked to Ginny about it yet, but either way she did need a place to stay. She was sure the other woman wouldn't mind. They were both consenting adults after all. They didn't have to make everything awkward.
She hummed slightly, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top, a style she had learned from the muggles. She rather liked the freedom the style gave her. She could move easily with no draw backs. Her sister would prefer the robes, she knew. She always liked to hold up her image. Daphene liked the muggle clothes, kimonos, jeans, tank tops. Of course, she still only looked for the best. While she compromised on a lot of things, she knew what style to keep and what style to lose. After all just because you didn't have as much money as before, it didn't mean that you had to sacrifice much. The only thing you needed to have was patience. Of course, a pay check helped too.
Currently, she stood in her kitchen, the spoon stirring the batter as the eggs cracked themselfs on the bowl while she read the directions in the cook book. She was experimenting, currently, and her kitchen was an utter mess but she wasn't expecting company that day, so she figured it was fine. She'd just clean it up afterwords.