WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Adrian Pucey WHAT: Shopping, clearly. WHERE: Diagon Alley WHEN: Now, god dammit. STATUS: Incomplete/closed RATING: Probably PG-13 for language
As much as drinking sounded like a good idea to Daphne, when she was nosing through Adrian's journal entry, she noticed that he had mentioned he lacked a broom. Now if he were to play Quidditch professionally, that obviously would not do, but that wouldn't be a problem soon. She'd fix him up with a decent enough one and he would have earned it. Out of all the people Daphne had a love/hate, or even hate/hate relationship with, Adrian was by far her favorite. The girl was absolutely glowing with pride lately, so giving was all she could think of doing. It was definitely Harry's fault, especially after the morning he left for Scotland. Regardless of how unlikely they were and how terribly awkard, Daphne definitely loved him. Bloody hell, that was weird to think of.
She was already in Diagon Alley just poking around as she waiting for Adrian to show. A coffee in one hand and the other idly playing with her hair, she paced back and forth in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies. Telling Adrian she needed his help with someone for Harry was a pretty cheesy idea, but it was just a cheap ploy to get him to Diagon and it apparently worked. Plus, if he knew what was good for him, he'd show. It wouldn't be long, she hoped, though as she paced, she finished off her coffee quickly and tossed it before leaning up against the building, pulling out a fag and lighting it. Daphne hadn't smoked in ages, but why not when she had the time? Plus, she just felt the need to be relieved in such a way. And it worked.