Who: Harry and Daphne When: Monday Night Where: The House What: Last Night before France Rating: PG-13 Status: Closed / Complete
Harry was torn about returning home once he was off work. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with Daphne before she would be gone, but he also dreaded going home. Going home was admitting that Daphne was leaving and that he'd eventually have to say good-bye. That had been the reason he hesitated when promising her that he'd be home and that was the reason why he was currently procrastinating. He didn't know if Daphne had eaten anything, but he wasn't too concerned about it. Most of the stuff he'd picked up from his favourite Japanese restaurant would be good for a couple days in the fridge. He'd be eating alone anyway. No point it making anything special.
Finally, after an hour of procrastinating, Harry finally apparated home, landing firmly on the front door step. For a moment all he did was stare at it, bag of food still in his hand. He had to go inside. If for no other reason then he needed to fix things with her before she left. He couldn't leave it as it was. If he didn't fix it now, it'd just get worse and after two weeks he didn't know if he'd be able to. Taking a deep breath, unlocked the door and stepped inside. Shifting the food slightly, he closed the door and locked it once more. Moving into the kitchen, he set the food on the counter and hung up the keys. If he didn't, he knew they'd go missing. He took his time unpacking the sushi and noodles.
The house was horribly quiet. This was what he had to look forward to for two weeks ... fourteen days. He had a feeling he'd be visiting Molly and Arthur far more then he normally did. Despite the lack of noise, he knew Daphne was home. How, he wasn't sure, but he knew.