WHO: Daphne Greengrass and Clint Warrington WHAT: They are in serious need of a conversation WHERE: Clint's place WHEN: Saturday early evening; 11 June 2002 RATING: Probably high for language STATUS: In progress
Daphne was tired of Quidditch games. Which she supposed posed quite a problem since she was marrying a fantastic Quidditch player. If she was honest though, it wasn't so much the game itself that she was getting sick of. It was all of the other people that attended the games. Even with a family box and all that, she was tired of hearing the gossip and getting weird looks. The only players on the Falcons that she was at all close with were Clint, of course, then Marcus and Adrian and Keeley. That left three other starting players that she knew shite about and she didn't bloody care for their families either. And she didn't quite appreciate all of the hushed speculation about how Daphne had gone from being engaged to one bloke one week to switching over to Clint. Nor did she appreciate the talk of all of the gossip of who all everyone had that team had slept with or be seen with. It was exhausting and annoying and if she didn't have it ingrained in her not to make a public scene for fear of how it would reflect on Clint, she probably would have hexed the hell out of all of them.
The game had gone well. The Falcons had won, of course, and Daphne had expected Clint to want to go out to celebrate with the team, leaving her to another quiet night at home. But apparently Adrian had disappeared off to somewhere and Marcus had people to talk to about something and Clint seemed...in a very odd mood. Actually, Daphne didn't even know anymore. He was either constantly in some sort of weird mood or this was just who he was now. Either way, Daphne wasn't about to argue when he decided that they should just head home. Maybe it would be a good thing. They could spend some actual time together or something. And Daphne promised herself that she wouldn't bring up the wedding at all unless he did first. Which was pretty unlikely.
When they arrived back at Clint's place, the first thing Daphne wanted to do was take her stupid shoes off. But she figured that that should wait. "Shall I get you anything to eat or drink?" she asked him, figuring she should offer before he disappeared to wherever and Daphne went to get a little more comfortable. Ever since Daphne's blow up at Emma, and subsequently Astoria and Clint, she'd been trying to be...a little less outspoken. It had killed her when Clint walked out that night and she didn't want to force him into doing that again. So while she hadn't gone back to being completely submissive like she had with Cal, she'd certainly tried her best to play the proper pureblood wife part with minimal crying or getting angry or arguing.