daphne is not who you think (greenmum) wrote in afic, @ 2010-12-26 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: blaise zabini, character: daphne greengrass, player: magnolia, player: missy |
WHO daphne greengrass & blaise zabini
WHEN 26 december 2004 | sunday
WHERE blaise's flat
WHAT drinking for distraction
RATING pg
To say that her Christmas had not been particularly heartwarming would have been an understatement. Had she had more sense she would not have told her family so soon--on a holiday; but keeping such a thing when she had already made up her own mind seemed just as ridiculous, if not more so. The reaction, particularly from her mother, was hardly surprising. Daphne knew what she would say and Glynis Greengrass did not disappoint. Still it did not change the fact that the words cut, that they hurt, more than she would ever admit; it was only Astoria that kept her in the house as Christmas had fallen. As the Sunday arose it became her father that kept her through breakfast, with his smiles and jokes; not avoiding the topic but not bringing attention to it either. Yet as the day moved on and her mother's eyes and judgments continued, Daphne was anxious for any escape. She and Blaise had not been particularly close the last few years, there were many other things going on in their own lives. Yet, as of late, she felt a kinship to him that was more than likely one-sided and delusional. Perhaps it was because she would soon be joining the 'parent' club, or the fact that they both had insufferable mothers; but whatever the reason, having read his scrawl it was a welcome distraction and a bless'd excuse to leave the manor. It seemed strange, flooing to his flat; like stepping into an old photograph with the edges frayed and yellowing even as the people still moved and talked like time had not changed or passed. Her whole life felt like that anymore, a shadow of learned moves though nothing truly was the same. It made her long for the past or perhaps for the change to just be over, to resettled in a new routine. Instead she was merely stuck trying to live her life with a belly full (or shortly to be) and a disapproving mother. Though he had not asked her to bring anything but herself, Daphne still knocked on the door a paper bag carefully tucked under her arm as she undid the scarf wrapped around her neck. If anything were to change, firstly she wanted winter to be over. |