WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Miles Bletchley. WHAT: Daphne begrudgingly agrees to help Miles with his nose. WHERE: Miles' flat in Denbigh Place. WHEN: After this exchange. RATING: Uh, Miles has a mouth on him. High for language.
Ugh.
Daphne actually groaned as she stepped out of the only store that had a functional floo transportation in the neighborhood. Fixing her black skirt, and brushing any excess soot from her top, Daphne really loathed traveling by floo, but under these sort of circumstances, it was the only way to get to muggle London. Inwardly cringing, Daphne was attempting to rationalize her actions at the moment. Why the bloody hell was she going to some muggle neighborhood again? Oh that's right, because sodding Miles Bletchley was bleeding all over his coffee table and was too dense to figure out how to fix his own stupid nose. Huffing rather grumpily, Daphne made sure to weave her way through the light crowd on the sidewalk, subconsciously avoiding touching anyone. If Alexander could see her right now, he would be so disappointed that Daphne was actually putting effort into being nice - especially walking right through muggle London to do such a deed.
Ugh. This time she couldn't help but sneer as a pair of muggle teenagers leered at her almost hungrily. Shuddering, Daphne walked a little faster, as her hand subconsciously went for her outer right thigh, where she holstered her wand. Not that she really could do much with it, after all being seventeen prevented her from using magic outside of school. But... if her life depended on it, like defending herself against two perverted muggle boys, then she would not hold back. Luckily for her - or them - they decided to head in the opposite direction that she was going. Merlin's beard, she was going to need a nice hot shower after all this.
Concentrating on the sound of her black heels on the sidewalk, Daphne glanced down at the small piece of parchment that had an address scribbled down on it. Glancing up at the numbers on the buildings, she was relieved when the one on the paper matched the one on the building. Slipping the paper into her pocket, she pressed the bell and waited at the door. Even that action surprised her. Daphne was used to house elves answering the door before she even had to knock, the fact that some little bit of recollection recognized the door bell and that she needed to push it, shocked her. As a child she played with the doorbell at her uncle's home, fascinated with the sound that it made, but that was about as far as her experiences went with ringing a doorbell. How she knew that she had to do that to get Miles' attention baffled her; and disgusted her. Shaking her hand like she was attempting to brush off some sort of unseen filth, Daphne attempted to hide her sneer of disapproval as she waited to see if her pressing the doorbell would get any sort of response.