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daphne (ex_transcend779) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-22 23:55:00

Entry tags:

adrian pucey, daphne greengrass

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.

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classless
2008-07-28 03:53 am UTC (link)

"What do you mean for me to not thank you? Of course I'm going to fucking properly thank you, just--" he stopped, holding up his hand for a moment before gently setting both the broom and gloves down, and thus commenced the happy clinging.

Which he didn't often do, and it would likely warrant him a raised brow and awkward shoving away. But he didn't care. Not many things made him happy-- aside from stale cigarettes, Quidditch, and the knowledge that he didn't actually have to "work" to survive. And while he wasn't exactly a materialistic person (he'd never had any reason to be, having never truly owned anything of value before), this would be one of those rare occasions when the act of gift giving stole his heart.

"Thank you thank you thank you and thank you, and there really is more that I could say, but at the risk of getting carried away and saying something stupid I won't. So thank you, again."

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-28 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Daphne was definitely taken aback by the clinging, as it just wasn't his character, but she wouldn't push him away. Rather, she put her arms around him and hugged him. She was there for whatever he needed, even if he just wanted to use her for her money, Daphne was there. Adrian was her verbal outlet and while that sounded really shitty, Daphne really appreciated him for being around for her.

"Don't even thank me, Adrian. Just play good, yeah? And make sure you autograph my body sometime. I've always wanted someone famous to do that," she said with a shrug, pulling back some. Daphne laughed, at least he liked his broom and she prayed he'd take good care of it and that he'd be playing professionally soon. He had it in him, she knew it.

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