daphne is not who you think (greenmum) wrote in afic,
She felt fairly certain that if she had to apparate one more place she would scream; after the morning Prophet had come out she needed to talk with her father. Considering his last five years she had been sure--no confident, that no one would be voting Diggory back into office and to be awoken to his face blaring over the papers with 'CONGRATULATIONS' it was a miracle she hadn't yet already screamed. Yet as she appeared in the Greengrass Manor she was met with silence, the elf informing her her parents had left for the morning with no explanation to where they were going. Not that they were required to tell an elf, but Daphne's mind could only think that her father would have known she would come over and to leave no way to track him seemed- purposeful, cruel.
But instead of letting that anger overcome her, instead she focused on finding him. His office, her mother's office, the Nolan Factory, and finally the Falcon's stadium. At worst, perhaps she would find Astoria (and while her sister was the love of her life in some ways) though she was not politically inclined, she would be a wonderful distraction; her little sister always had something to talk about and Daphne was always gave her rapt attention.
As her feet seemed to crunch beneath her however, she began to question her decision. The stadium was beautiful, particularly in the winter, there was no question. She loved the gleam of ice on the slope of the stands, the way the goal hoops seemed sharp and perfectly polished in the winter air with snow packed white across the ground. She used to help her father decorate it for Christmas, picking out the fairy-lights they would use, the color scheme; it was a tradition she missed. Yet, it was cold. Fiercely cold. She had not planned to be walking out in the English air for this long, not dressed for it. Long pants sure, long sleeves, sure, but her coat was light; a brown set of robes more closely resembling a trenchcoat that were quite stylish, of course, but doing little for heat.
Her hands folded into her slim pockets and pulled everything tighter over herself. She was merely glad she had decided to wear boots in the very least, her feet were not freezing and there was that. Shivering once, her eyes swam ahead of her; there was a hum in the air, something tangible... The had just finished practicing. The thought made Daphne smile, perhaps she could go to the locker rooms. Her father would not be in there, he was the manager of the team, he only showed his face amongest them if something was wrong; but her cousin, and her [possibly could be called] best mate would.
Nearly ready to turn around instead she nearly jumped clear out of her skin at the voice, the warm trickle of breath against her too cold skin. "That's always why I come out here, to find some big strong lug to warm me. Know of any?" She let her shoulders lean back slightly as her voice teased. There were few in the world that she was more fond of then Gawain. A conundrum in itself; they had meant to be nothing, a quick release of passions between hot bodies and then an amiable distant acquaintance with an alluring secret. Instead both the passion and the fondness stayed, more so with him than anyone in a laughable irony considering both their fickle natures. Two sides of the same coin.
Turning her head to look at him, she could not help but laugh. "You still haven't shaved that off?" Reaching up she slipped the fag from his lips to press it between her own, eyes dancing with playfulness and amusement. "You look like a bad muggle actor from some silly pirate movie."