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Daphne Greengrass (vernus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Daphne's own dream had woken her up, and when she had woken up, it was screaming her pretty little head off. Just like she had been in her dream. All she could remember was being cut up into little bitty pieces and all the blood. Well, and there was a woman too. A redheaded woman. One she had never met, but still seemed somewhat familiar to her from somewhere. It wasn't a vision. Of that, Daphne was sure. whenever she had a vision or a flash of herself, it was from her point of view. This dream was as if she was watching it happen, like a stage show.

Either way, she had gotten up, written in her journal and set about leaving her home before realizing she had nowhere to go at all. It was then that she remembered the Weasley from the day before. Certainly this wasn't to reschedule, but as scared as she was, she needed to go somewhere. Daphne had thrown a fistful of floo powder into the fire and said what was written on the card. She had expected to come out the other side in an office, when she came out in a flat instead, she was a little weary.

There should have been wards, she thought, but didn't question it too much further. Instead she crept along the flat until she found a door, a bedroom. This would take a lot of explaining, she reasoned before she opened it, but it would be worth it. She pushed the door open as quietly as possible, and once inside she hesitated before having given him a light poke. When Percy didn't respond, she had merely crawled into his bed and tried to fall asleep. It was five o'clock in the morning, after all, and she thought she could possibly leave before he even woke up.

She was wrong. The sound of the un-masculine scream was what scared Daphne into waking up at almost half past seven. Her eyes shot open and she looked around what she could see in the room. It took her a few moments to remember where she was, and in the brief time, she had a feeling of panic come over her as she worried about Astoria. She turned slowly, and as soon as she saw the face of the person beside her, sighed with relief. How she had come to be in this Weasley's bedroom she still wasn't entirely sure. It just sort of... happened.

"It's me, I'm sorry, it's okay," she said at once, almost quickly enough to be three words. Daphne held her hands out, she didn't mean any harm, and she was most grateful he didn't have a girlfriend who could have barged in and taken things out of context. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. Except I sorta did. But I didn't know where else to go."