WHO: Daphne Greengrass, Clint Warrington, and Mrs. Warrington WHAT: Discussions of futures and weddings and what not WHERE: Warrington Place WHEN: Early Sunday Afternoon RATING: TBD - Probably low other than language STATUS: In progress
Clint's mother had requested a meeting with both Daphne and Clint over the weekend. With the game on Saturday, Sunday had been the best option and Daphne had told his mother that they'd be able to make it for a slightly late lunch. Daphne, however, had something she'd had to go handle at the Wizengamot first so she'd told Clint she'd just meet him there when she was finished. She'd thought she was going to be late and have to apologize for being the last to show, but she'd taken less time at the office than she'd expected. Once she'd arrived at Warrington Place, she'd been escorted to the sitting room where Clint's mother had been waiting. She'd greeted Clint's mother and they were currently both sitting in the room talking about....well, a lot of nothing really. Current events and the weather and some simple politics. It was....boring. But it was refreshing to be talking about something that didn't require much thought.
Daphne had met with her earlier in the week as well, but all they'd discussed was wedding dates and what not. Of course, Daphne was fairly sure that's why she was here again but there was a small bit of hope that maybe it was just going to be a normal meal with no talk of marriages or babies or any of that. Maybe they could talk about Quidditch? All right, even Daphne knew how unlikely that one was but while they waited for Clint to arrive, she could still manage to try to keep some hope alive.
She straightened her dress out before moving to play with her engagement ring. She was...nervous and slightly uncomfortable and she just needed something to do with her hands. She was nervous about the wedding. About what Mrs. Warrington would want it to be like and about...well....getting married at all. And maybe she wouldn't have felt so sick to her stomach about this whole situation at the present moment if she was wearing something different. But she hadn't thought Mrs. Warrington would appreciate a leather jacket or anything and she wanted to be on her goodside as much as she could be throughout this whole process. She glanced up at the door, wondering how much longer until Clint would show up, then turned back to Mrs. Warrington with a small smile as she continued to listen to her talk about how nice of a day it was outside.