WHO: Daphne Greengrass and Ernie MacMillian WHEN: January 10th, 2003; Afternoon WHERE: Ernie's Their? place in Diagon Alley. WHAT: Talking about things STATUS: Gonna be safe and say PG-13 to high? lol
Daphne wrung her hands together as she paced the living room. She knew what she had to do. What Daphne had to do now was talk to Ernie. The fact that she was pregnant was a lot. Daphne knew she would feel better just seeing his face and knew he would do everything he could to ease her mind and comfort her. Like always. That, and she could use some of his endless optimism honestly. It was much better than being anxious and shaken all by herself. She honestly didn't know what she would do if he wasn't happy. She couldn't even focus on her own feelings about the matter around all of the other stress and worry running through her mind.
Whenever she was stressed, Daphne usually resorted to spending money. At the current moment, with Marcus fighting her on the divorce and her family less than pleased about what it would do to their reputation, she was hesitant to indulge in that comfort currently. Considering how tired and sick to her stomach she'd been lately, which was now explained since she'd gone to a healer and gotten a test, her form of comfort today was eating. More than that, she was trying to cook certain things she found herself craving. A fact she was only distantly concerned Ernie would be upset with her for doing. This was really his place, after all.
Currently, there was a lot of smoke filling the kitchen, making everything sort of hazy. Daphne knew nothing was on fire so she wasn't sure why there was so much smoke. "This is why people use household spells," she grumbled, hating that she didn't know any of them. What did that mean for their child if she was this much of a domestic failure?