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When I Paint My Masterpeice (pictureplane) wrote in irreparable,
@ 2011-02-12 20:05:00

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daphne greengrass, dean thomas, plot shot 2011

WHO: Daphne and Dean
WHAT: Party
WHEN: February 14
WHERE: Paris

Dean had a very original date idea. Dean had to work at the Art Supply store on the holiday because he had taken so much time off before. He was pretty sure they were going to fire him after the holiday for it. He hoped he could make the money from Oliver's commission stretch.

Dean showed up at Daphne's after a shower. He had changed into black slacks and a red shirt and dropped by the florist to pick up his pre-ordered dozen roses to go with the box of chocolates he had been holding onto for three weeks. Dean knocked, looking forward to their evening out, far away from anyone who knew of Daphne's scandal.

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daphnemydarling
2011-02-14 02:04 am UTC (link)

Daphne was already dressed in a little red dress and very high black stilettos when Dean knocked on the door, and as she didn't know what he had planned for the evening, her hair was brown. After the incident on her birthday, when she was called an awful name, Daphne wasn't risking going anywhere as she naturally looked. At least she could pull off being a brunette.

Wine glass in hand, Daphne went to answer the door, trying to push the memory of Dean's flattery of Lavender Brown out of her mind. She couldn't help but be jealous. After she ipened the door, however, any bad feelings went away, and Daphne gave him a bright, happy smile.

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	pictureplane 2011-02-14 03:46 am UTC (link)
	"You look absolutely, wickedly, good." Dean thought that red dresses like that were so tempting, they were criminal. He tore his eyes away from the dress and brought them up to her face. They had plans before they could get to the things that dress made him want to do. "Happy Valentine's Day." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-14 02:31 pm UTC (link)

Daphne smirked in response to his compliment. She still wasn't feeling back to her old self yet, so instead of instantly agreeing with him in her mind, it gave her self-esteem a needed boost. She took a few steps forward to kiss him before responding with a "happy Valentine's Day" of her own.

She lowered her eyes to the roses in his hand, and her smirk was replaced by another smile. "Those are beautiful."

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	pictureplane 2011-02-14 03:33 pm UTC (link)
	"Cliche, maybe," he said. "But roses are always beautiful." He had bought them from a muggle florist, so they probably needed to be put in water before they left. "D'you have an empty vase?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-14 03:47 pm UTC (link)

Daphne always kept a vase handy for just such instances. She ushered him inside and then shut the door behind him. It would take a moment to set the roses in order, and she didn't want to leave him waiting on her doorstep. She took the flowers from him and went off to the kitchen to fetch the vase from under the sink.

"I don't think it's cliche. I love roses. They're my favorite flowers."

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	pictureplane 2011-02-14 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	Dean looked down at his hands. He was disappointed to see that he had missed getting some of the paint out from under his nails. "They smell better than most flowers, too," he said. "Sweet instead of perfumed." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-14 06:14 pm UTC (link)

"Mm hm," Daphne said in agreement just before she turned the faucet on to put water into the vase. After a moment passed, she left the kitchen and moved into the living room to set her beautiful roses onto her coffee table. "I don't think there is any kind of flower that can freshen up a room like a rose can," she said, "Their scent is so subtle."

Once that was taken care of, Daphne walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. With her heels, she didn't need to lift herself onto the tips of her toes to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you."

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	pictureplane 2011-02-14 06:19 pm UTC (link)
	"Thank you for being understanding while I fell off the face of the planet for two weeks. I was doing a commission for Oliver Wood," he said. "Due by today for a present." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daphnemydarling 2011-02-15 03:40 am UTC (link)
	"Since it's for Oliver, I'll let it slide," Daphne replied playfully as she slipped the box of chocolates out of his hand and opened it. She popped one of the sweets into her mouth, biting into it happily. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pictureplane 2011-02-15 03:43 am UTC (link)
	"We had best be going," he said. "We have a reservation to make in Paris. I had to make it a month ago to get in anywhere decent." He had actually missed the window on this place, but an old friend worked there and called as soon as a reservation had canceled last week so that he could get in. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	daphnemydarling 2011-02-15 03:46 am UTC (link)
	"Paris?" Daphne asked. She was shocked, but her blue eyes lit up with excitement. Not only did she absolutely adore Paris, but that was a place no one knew about what had happened to her. Excellent. She set the chocolates down and moved to fetch her coat and her purse. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

pictureplane
2011-02-15 03:59 am UTC (link)

"Paris. I haven't been back for months. Thought it would be nice to have dinner and go to a friend's opening." Dean knew a lot of artists and he was excited to mingle with them. Art openings had plenty of wealthy patrons to rub elbows with Daphne and plenty of free wine and cheese. Dean thought it would be a romantic evening.

"I've arranged for a portkey so we don't have to exhaust ourselves apparating that distance."

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	daphnemydarling 2011-02-15 04:20 am UTC (link)
	"An artist friend?" After her coat was on, Daphne checked her appearance in the mirror. Since they were leaving the country, she pulled her wand out of her purse and change her hair color back to blonde. That was much better. "Good. I've never tried to apparate that far before and I don't want to try not and end up being too tried for later." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	pictureplane 2011-02-15 04:32 am UTC (link)
	Dean pulled the rusty bottle-cap out of his pocket and set it on her table. He checked his watch, "We have a minute," he said. "Well, forty seconds..." Dean watched the clock tick down to their scheduled port time. "Three, two, one," he counted and then poked the cap with his finger. He was sucked through the port. Dean really hated that feeling. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-15 04:36 am UTC (link)

Daphne put her finger on the bottle cap at the exact moment he did. She didn't much like the feelings of traveling by portkey either. It always made her feel like she had a stomach ache.

As soon as they reached their destination, however, Daphne ignored the lingering phantom feeling behind her belly button. She was in Paris again, a place she hadn't been to in years, and all was right with the world.

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pictureplane
2011-02-15 04:39 am UTC (link)

"This way," he said. Dean had walked these streets many times. He had no car when he lived here, and he had a lot of muggle friends who he couldn't apparate with. It was hard to have muggle friends that he couldn't tell about the war. Dean missed them and their normalcy, but he enjoyed being back in touch with his old, wizard friends too.

"Let's hurry inside, it's cold."

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daphnemydarling
2011-02-15 03:10 pm UTC (link)

Daphne took Dean's hand and walked along beside him, nearly tripping a few times as she looked at their surroundings. It seemed unfamiliar to her, and she didn't think she had ever been to that area of Paris before. Or, if she had, she probably had a little too much wine to be able to remember it properly.

"It may be cold, but it's still better than England." It could have been below freezing and Daphne still would have thought the weather in France was more agreeable, just because it wasn't England.

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	pictureplane 2011-02-16 12:40 am UTC (link)
	"Well, the weather almost anywhere is better than England. Russia may be the only exception." Dean opened the door to a little restaurant for her. It had only a few tables but every single one of them was full. It might have been short on real estate, but the place still had class. Dean walked up to the podium and gave his name to the hostess. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-16 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Daphne liked the place. It seemed to be both exclusive, and intimate - a place where they wouldn't be disturbed and could give one another undivided attention. Since they were in Paris, Daphne walked with confidence for the first time in a long time as they were escorted to their table. Now she only hoped that her French was good enough. It had been a while since she had spoken it last.

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	pictureplane 2011-02-16 03:29 pm UTC (link)
	Dean thanked the host and held out a chair for Daphne. His french was quite good from living there for a few years. He sat in his own seat and picked up the menu. He had only eaten here once, as it was normally outside of his budget. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

daphnemydarling
2011-02-20 12:29 am UTC (link)

Once they were settled and Daphne had her drink ordered, she opened the menu and looked at the selection. She could understand what was written there, at least. She was just being a little too hard on herself though.

"What kind of portrait did you do for Oliver?" she asked, glancing up from her menu to look at him. She wouldn't have usually wanted to discuss work over dinner, but Daphne was very interested in the things he did. It wasn't like he had a job like hers, where the biggest thing to talk about was sales figures.

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	pictureplane 2011-02-20 02:16 am UTC (link)
	"It was a painting of one of their wedding photos," Dean said. He folded his menu, knowing what he was going to order. "And I had two weeks to do it, but it was fairly large. Large-medium. So I had to focus on it full-time." Dean could do a small, 10x10 in two weeks, but doing a larger piece in that time left him with no time or energy when he'd finish for the day. (Reply to this) (Parent)