daphne is not who you think (greenmum) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-27 21:57:00 |
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If it would not have upset Dean had he found out somehow, someway, that she had rudely turned away his mate, Daphne would have been doing just that. She and Lavender never got on, they never had and they never would; and to be perfectly honest, Daphne was alright with that. The woman drove her batty, there was a part of her that realized they could be quite good friends if they could get over each other, but the problem was (and Daphne denied this too) they were nearly too much alike to ever do such a thing. It made their clash all the worse, truly, having to fight with similar personalities that if forced could find a kindred spirit. In the particular instant that this day was drawing, Daphne was frantic about what the hag would find her in; an infant put a rather large damper on fashion sense, sleep was much more important, but Daphne outright refused to look the picture of new mum in front of Bimbo-Brown. It did not help that Damien was only three weeks old and her pregnancy fat had yet to diminish away. She was not fat by anyone's standards, but her stomach hardly held the slim tight makings it had once had, or even the smooth roundness she'd sported during her pregnancy. It made her anxious and temperamental. If Lavender made a comment she had no doubt of the lashing the other blonde would receive; though she was trying to do all she could to avoid such a thing from even happening. Loose but flattering top, jeans that were too big but not quite big enough, she made sure she was made up just as one would expect Daphne Greengrass to always be made up, Lavender Brown was going to find no slouch in her step--even if she had occasionally seen it in the past when she'd sprung herself on the household attending with Dean. Upon the knock, Daphne was as ready as she could be--even Damien's room perfectly organized, before she went to answer the door. |