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Daphne Greengrass (vernus) wrote in pandorarpg,

At the very least he hadn't just told her to get out, which is what her mother had done to Daphne every time she had ever crawled into bed from being scared as a little girl. It was why she had resorted to going to Astoria's the night before. She watched Percy quietly, trying to decide what he was thinking, and very glad she had at least managed to properly get dressed before leaving if that blush she thought she saw had actually happened.

"Yes," she answered, though shook her head automatically. "I don't know." That was at least more honest, and she looked down at the sleeves of her jade colored jumper. She picked at the material absentmindedly for a moment while deciding what to say that didn't sound stupid. Or, too stupid, rather, she knew it would sound ludicrous either way. She took a deep breath.

"I had a bad dream. And I'm afraid of clowns, which is what I saw yesterday. And tonight there was this woman with clown hair, and she was trying to cut me up. Actually, she did cut me up and there was blood everywhere and she was just laughing about it. When I woke up everywhere she cut hurt. It's stupid but I can't go to my mother because she'll just say it was just a dream, one that I got for eating after midnight like she's told me not to do too many times because I'll get fat. Not to mention that I'm too old to be sleeping with her because I ought to be getting married soon, and then that'll just lead to another round of questions about why I'm being so difficult when I'm really not. I just don't want to end up miserable like she did, and this is all a lot more than you needed to know, really."

With that she closed her mouth and took a deep breath, as if to make up for all the air she hadn't taken in while speaking and held it, then puffed her cheeks out as she exhaled. Daphne looked up with her eyes, thoroughly embarrassed that she had just let all of that out on someone she didn't know, and a Weasley no less. She blushed, unable to help herself because on a scale of one to ten, this was a twenty-seven on the embarrassing scale.