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Daphne Greengrass (vernus) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-18 00:29:00

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!status: complete, ^date: october 30 2003, character: daphne greengrass, character: percy weasley

Who: Daphne Greengrass and Percy Weasley
What: Percy's coming in for his final fitting
Where: Twilfitt and Tattings
When: Thursday, 30 October 2003 10:30 AM

The night had not been kind to many people it seemed, and at the very least, Daphne was glad she wasn't alone. Her annoyance stemmed more from the fact that she didn't want to talk about what she had seen as it made her skin erupt with goosebumps all over her arms and legs. There had been someone there, it had been too real to simply be a vision, even though it didn't entirely make sense. The only logical thing she could think of was that someone within the Department of Mysteries had screwed something up, and so at the very least, she hoped they were severely punished for it.

Daphne made it to work at nine o'clock, having gotten very little sleep as Astoria's own nightmares had begun just as she was finally beginning to get comfortable. They had stayed up until nearly five o'clock talking about what they had each seen, only to have to be up again at eight. As shaky as she still was over the whole situation, she had gone to work. People would need their robes for the gala the following day, and she needed the money if she planned on getting those shoes she wanted.

Her first two appointments never arrived, though she did manage to sell a few of the dresses that were marked down. Tracey's was in the back waiting to be picked up, the alterations completed and if Daphne said so herself, Tracey would look fantastic. As she came to the front of the shop at half past ten, she jumped when she saw the red headed man walking in. A Weasley. Of course. Generally speaking, Daphne avoided any Weasley like a plague. Not even because they were blood traitors, and poor, and what ever else her parents had told her, but because they had red hair. The lot of them had red hair, and clowns had red hair. She simply associated the two together and kept her distance. She couldn't here, though.

"Weasley," she asked after taking a deep breath. It was just a Weasley. Not a clown. She could do this. Holding open the curtain that led to the fitting rooms, she smiled as best as she could and directed him toward the first open one. "Right this way. Percy, yes?"

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youngestmformev
2011-10-18 11:25 pm UTC (link)

He looked at her consideringly, an eyebrow cocked as he tried to measure her sincerity. Often upon hearing things such as trust me/us or what have you got to lose?, he ended up with pink hair, blue skin, or hair growing out of places it certainly did not belong.

But she had two things in her favour. First, her name was neither George nor Fred. Second, were she to do him wrong, her employer would find out rather quickly, and thus it would not make sense for her to do so. A small voice in his head insisted on a third point - but he quickly shushed it, insisting that her being intelligent, well-spoken and quite attractive had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

He mentally went over his schedule for Thursday and nodded. "Four o'clock it is." He reached into the inner pocket of his work robes and pulled out a business card, which he handed to her.

Percy I. Weasley
Senior Undersecretary
Ministry of Magic
Floo Call: 'Ministry Senior Undersecretary, Berkano'

"You can reach me here should there be a need to reschedule - it's my private floo." He paused. "Also, should you ever change your mind about being a seamstress, and wish to find employment at the Ministry. We can always use people with good heads on their shoulders."

From Percy, that was high praise.

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vernus
2011-10-19 12:05 am UTC (link)

Daphne accepted the card and felt one of her eyebrows go up on its own. Was this his attempt at flirting? Because if it was, he needed a Little help with that too, though again, he was at least charming. Even if that sentiment made her feel conflicted. She placed the card in the very center of appointment book and closed it. She all ready knew the material she was going to use, and she knew just what cut would look best on him. If Percy didn't like it, it would not be because Daphne hadn't tried.

"I appreciate the offer, Mr. Weasley," she began and pulled the garment bag off the rack it had been laying on. Daphne walked toward him and pulled the robe off him by the back collar and hung it back on the hanger. "However, I've chosen a profession where my talents can be best put to use."

After smoothing down the robes, she cast a spell on them to prevent it from getting wrinkled, and in they went into the garment bag. The tag at the top was removed, and Daphne handed the redhead his purchase. She would easily be able to find him tomorrow at they gala in those robes.

"You have a good day," she smiled. "I'll see you next week."

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youngestmformev
2011-10-19 12:14 am UTC (link)

"I meant no disrespect to your profession," he insisted, holding out his arms so that she could remove the robes. "In fact, I have nothing but the utmost respect. It's just that Minister Shacklebolt and I have been rebuilding much of the Ministry over the last five years, and when we see an individual with talent and drive, well..."

He trailed off and shrugged, as if that would suffice as further explanation. His eyes watched her movements with the robes, pleased to see her attention to detail despite her obvious displeasure with the style. She took pride in her work, something to be admired. He took the garment bag with a feeling of finality, and felt strangely reluctant to leave.

"Next week it is," he agreed. "Thursday, at four."

He settled the bag over his arm so that it would not trail upon the ground, and with a final nod, he turned to make his way to the exit.

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