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daphne (ex_transcend779) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-06-26 14:01:00

Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Harry Potter
WHEN: Now, bitch!
WHERE: The Tipsy Turtle
RATING: We'll see.
STATUS: Closed/incomplete

Daphne was now slightly resigned to this whole arranged marriage thing. It was kind of tradition in her family anyway. Only this time, her parents weren't the ones arranging it and it was slightly inconvenient to be married off to someone she didn't fancy, know or really care to know. But who knew with her? First impressions were key with her. Harry could always impress her in some way, shape or form. Daphne never talked to him at school and from what she heard, he was a bit of a pompous ass. But hey, so was she, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Those thoughts meant nothing. It was Harry Potter. No one would ever respect her again. Not from her side of the tracks, at least. Full of insults, this one was.

In a green dress, Daphne slipped on a pair of sandals and looked at herself in the mirror. Apparently she cared about what she looked like, even when meeting someone she didn't necessarily want to meet. Sighing, she grabbed her bag off her bed and left her bedroom, wand in hand just in case any flock of pigeons decided to attack her as she left her flat. Damn London and the unfortunate amount of dirty, filthy birds. However, she did enjoy the city life. As she thought about that descending from her third floor apartment, she wondered where they would live. If he would move in with her, she would move in with him, they would get a completely new place. Who knew? Surely this would be a topic of discussion once they sat down and talked.

A pub was probably a decent place to meet. Merlin knew she would need a couple of drinks before completely agreeing to any of this. Plus, it was neutral. A place neither of them probably went often. She certainly didn't venture in there very often and she hardly doubted he knew where the hell it was. Stepping outside of her building, she took a right and disappeared into an alley where she apparated from about three meters away from where she needed to be. Walking was not her favorite thing in the world when it wasn't necessary. With a pop, she appeared behind the pub and took the back door in, sheathing her wand finding a good window booth for the two of them to look out when they weren't glaring at each other. Seating herself, she waited for the waitress to come over and take her order. "Guinness. Pint. And keep it coming. I'll need two glasses," she said quietly, crossing her legs beneath the table and her arms on her chest. Now she had to wait. Wait and marinade in the thoughts about her upcoming, unfortunate wedding.

This would be fun.

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ex_transcend779
2008-06-27 01:59 pm UTC (link)

"I don't really mingle, I just eat their food. And as pureblood as some may think my family and I are, we are not completely bias. Sure, we would have liked to keep the blood pure forever, but this is obviously going to change that. However, my parents have no problems with other blood and respect other families choices. However, we still mingle with our own more often than not. We're just more open minded than most will give us credit for." It was a bit of a long winded speech in her mind, but she wasn't raised to hate different blood. Once she reached school, she hardly cared who was what, though she had always kept up a decent front that said otherwise.

"Get something," she ordered with a smirk. "I don't want to be the only one eating tonight."

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darkhairedgryff
2008-06-27 02:09 pm UTC (link)

Well, it was certainly refreshing to find a Pureblood..outside of the Weasley's that didn't have blood purity as their highest priority. After all he knew many individuals who weren't purebloods and more often then not they had better personalities then the ones that hated them. Take a look at Malfoy. There were days when he truly wondered how the Gits own Parents could love him. "Good to know."

He had been about to head to the cash, but was stopped by the smirk and comment. He'd been all set with just the one kind, having internally determined that he was going to try it....no matter how gross it sounded. Glancing back to the coolers, he shrugged and pulled out one more carton of ice cream. Dutch Chocolate, naturally.

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ex_transcend779
2008-06-27 02:15 pm UTC (link)

Another shrug was given. Sure, good to know indeed, but it wasn't something Daphne normally told people. "Just don't mention it to anyone else, I need to keep my reputation." That was important to her. She had ruined it years previous, but now she worked to gain it back and she was doing a stand up job of doing so.

When he picked chocolate, Daphne laughed. She never really understood what was so great and comforting about chocolate, but she also never insulted anyone for liking it. Not that she didn't, it just wasn't her favorite.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-06-27 02:20 pm UTC (link)

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Because it's such a good reputation to have at the current moment?" he asked, someone sarcastically. It wasn't that he faulted her for her point of view, it just didn't seem to be the best time to be supporting the whole blood purity issue, what with the aftermath of the war and all. People didn't exactly have fond feelings toward it.

When she laughed at his choice of ice cream, he shrugged with a smile. "Why try something new when the old is perfect." he responded, this time actually making his way to the counter. His hands were starting to get cold and there was nothing worse then that....well, there probably was, but at the moment he couldn't really think of anything.

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ex_transcend779
2008-06-27 02:28 pm UTC (link)

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she cast him a 'lets not go there' glance before looking away, her smirk or any hint of amusement gone from her face by now. She wasn't angry or pissed, but the war was a little touchy with her, but only her family knew about that.

"We'll each take a bite of the others when we get back to my place. Just to make it fair," she said with a nod, placing her own ice cream on the counter, this time letting him be the one to pay. It was food after all.

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