Who: Daphne & Regulus What: A surprising bit of civility in this awfully mixed up world. Where: Wandering through the Paradise. When: Monday afternoon. Warnings: Shirtless Regulus, lol. Status: In progress.
This was unacceptable. Completely and totally unacceptable. One moment Daphne had been on her way to a tea with Annabelle Burke and Persephone Selwyn and then the next thing she knew she was standing outside some gate, surrounded by fog, with some strange creature staring all blankly at her and offering up some scroll. This was so not acceptable. Whatever was happening it needed to end now and she needed to get back to that tea! She'd just heard the most delicious rumor about that brat Persephone and oh she'd been about to make her squirm for it.
Well she wasn't just going to stand for this. Screwing up her face, Daphne turned on the spot and apparated away... only to bounce back down and land a few feet from where she started. "What? This is so not amusing!" This had better not have been some sort of prank! If it was, her Daddy was going to hear about it, especially if it was Astoria's doing. She allowed herself one brief display of emotion, stomping her foot on the ground before she reigned herself in. Drawing herself up beneath her normal cool facade, Daphne took a deep breathe and then moved to reach gingerly for the offered scroll. "Ew, ew, ew," she whimpered as she looked into the cold dead eyes of the creature standing by the gate. Snatching the scroll away from him she turned and hurried a few steps to the side before unrolling it to read the message.
In fact she read it five times and it still made even less sense then before. Daphne would have been tempted to just stride back into that fog if she wasn't terrified about where she might end up. Well, she thought as she turned her gaze back through the gate to what seemed like Hogsmeade. She might try to make the best of this. Perhaps she could find some understanding person who would help her get home. People were always willing to help her, especially if she was polite and offered them her best smile.
Her heels clicked over the cobblestones of the Hogsmeade streets and Daphne cast nervous glances upwards at Hogwarts, which she was positive was in completely the wrong location. Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of nightmare. As she headed towards the familiarity of the Three Broomsticks, Daphne's eyes landed on a neat little cottage. The light she could faintly see inside seemed to indicate that someone might live there and so Daphne neatly altered her course. Standing in front of the door to the cabin, she smoothed her hand down over her skirt, adjusted the strap of her purse, and then raised her hand to knock firmly on the door. Whoever was here just had to be able to help her.