Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Harry and Daphne
WHEN: Late Sunday Night
WHERE: The House
WHAT: Thinking and Talking
RATING: tba
STATUS: Closed / In Progress

After the much needed conversation with Ginny, Harry had not taken up much more of her time. It was obvious she was tired after working so many hours and Harry wasn't about to keep her occupied for too long. This wasn't Hogwarts and they both had things to do. She needed rest and he needed to attempt to piece his life back together. The question of the night seemed to be "how?". He'd actually returned home a good hour ago, but hadn't gone inside yet. Instead, he'd been hanging out on the back section of the roof, simply watching the sky and attempting to organize his thoughts. He'd never had to deal with jealousy before and he simply didn't know how to handle it. It was still simmering beneath the surface, but now at a manageable level.

An hour in the cool air, didn't really give him any of the answers he was looking for, but it had helped him relax a bit. Finally pushing himself up, he apparated back to the ground and quietly went inside. He didn't know if Daphne was or not. A part of him hoped she was and the other wished she'd gone to sleep a while ago. Kicking off his shoes he moved further into the house. As he reached the hall, the door to Daphne's room made him pause. It wasn't closed as he expected it to be, instead sitting open. Letting out a small sigh, he moved to lean against her door frame. He didn't say anything, simply watched her. Lately that's all he seemed to be able to do correctly.