Shooing off the house elf that had rushed over to answer the door, Daphne moved to answer the door herself, pulling open the heavy doors to see him standing there looking... not so well, but quite as she had expected.
Daphne had gotten used to the idea that Seth Moon was not going to be Mr. Perfect long ago. She had split with him for a reason, though she tended to overlook it rather often when that ridiculous organ in her chest refused to cooperate. She still found herself running to him for support as she had when her magic had gone, and she still found herself wanting to spend time with him, as was apparent by today's meeting.
"Hello, Seth," she greeted softly, stepping aside so he could come if he wished.