InsaneJournal

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.