InsaneJournal

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?"