Daphne Greengrass (pl_daphne) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2009-09-16 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | daphne greengrass, ioan cadwallader |
Who: Daphne Greengrass and OPEN (preferably to non-Slytherins, but I am really not terribly picky)
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: grounds
Rating: TBD but probably PG
Status: Incomplete
Daphne was doing her best not to think of the events of the past week. She wasn’t supposed to care about McGonagall’s death, but she would be lying if she said it hadn’t affected her. She had been a great witch, and even if she was the head of her rival house, she had been one of the people that Daphne had respected most in this school. It wasn’t the devastating blow that it was to the Gryffindors, but her death had still upset Daphne, even though she tried to hide that from many of her fellow Slytherins. No doubt Pansy would be horrified, and her disapproval was not something Daphne wanted. Besides, trying to attend to Millicent was more important than making waves, and she’d rather be a friend than a radical.
The death itself wasn’t the only issue. It opened a whole other series of problems over what to do next. In the past she had been neutral, operating with the goal to offend as few people as possible. That act was wearing thin though, but it wasn’t something one could easily drop, not when it was very likely that the people behind it were people she knew, people her family and her friends were close with. Do you alienate those you care about most to show support for a group that rejected you in the past? Doing the right thing for its own sake had never come easily to her. She was a Slytherin for a reason, and she had always chosen self-preservation and self-advancement over selfless heroism; she wasn’t sure that she could change now, even if she wanted to, let alone where to begin.
So at the moment, she was choosing the coward’s response of not making a choice. It was best to see how it all plays out first before making a movie, she rationed, but that didn’t make her any less apprehensive. But right now, she wasn’t letting herself think about it. She had dwelled on it too much over the past few days, and she needed a distraction. So there she was, leaning against a tree with a book and doing her best not to think of anything of the things that had been bothering her. Perhaps it wasn’t ladylike, but she couldn’t deal with the Slytherin common room and the library was crowded with whispers and gossip over everything that had happened, and the grounds seemed like a safe refuge.