Daphne H. Greengrass (ladygreengrass) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-12-21 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: daphne greengrass, character: regulus black, location: diagon alley |
Who: Regulus Black & Daphne Greengrass
What: An encounter
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Late Monday afternoon, Dec. 22, 2001
Rating: ?
Daphne Greengrass gave her temples a rub before grabbing her cloak and exiting Obscurus Books. She was leaving a bit early today, but she felt no guilt over this. She was a hard enough worker. They never gave her reprimands for leaving early, coming late, taking long lunches... She'd somehow in her relatively small amount of time at Obscurus had gained respect. Just another useful tool, this respect.
She could have apparated, and had she actually been interested in getting home early she would have. However something about people watching was not only intriguing for the witch, but more importantly soothing. Attentiveness was one of her better traits, a little tapped into skill that went beyond numbers. She could have told you who the Hufflepuff boy in third year that had gotten his tie stuck in the boggart-infested closet was. Yes, it could have been useful, if only more useless knowledge would fall into her path, or someone had actually asked her about said things. She of course wouldn't offer this sort of thing casually. That might have been-- creepy.
Still it was this attentiveness to details that caught Daphne's eye. The man had a sort of masculine elegance in his stature. Something familiar that stopped her in her tracks. There was only a trace of it in someone she knew, Draco perhaps. Yes, Draco. But it reminded him, despite his darker features, more of Draco's mother whom she had seen little of in the past years. It suddenly clicked.
She'd seen the photos of Sirius Black and Bellatrix Lestrange in school. This man, who was barely a man it seemed, held that very same likeness. Daphne wet her lips barely with her tongue and crossed the street. As her steps fell closer to where the man was, she recounted the day at Malfoy Manor. Draco had found it best to confide in her the reappearance of his aunt and cousin over tea. He'd seemed like a lot of things had preoccupied him.
Her interest had been piqued. She'd searched her families library for things on pureblood families, or any old magic that may have mentioned 'death' or 'resurrection'. Her search turned up very little. It hadn't taken long for holiday shopping and flat searching to take over. She'd given up the interest for the time being... and now this.
She turned to pretend to look in the window. However, her peripheral vision was on him.
She couldn't will herself to speak. No, of course not. Salazar, what if she said something odd? Instead she said nothing, for the time being.