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nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly ([info]besserwisser) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2009-11-07 14:04:00

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Entry tags:!1997: 11, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, nikolas vaisey

!1997: 11, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, nikolas vaisey
Who: Nikolas Vaisey and Daphne Greengrass
What: Lunch at Hogsmeade.  So not a date.
Where: Hogsmeade, outside.
When: Noon, November 7, Saturday
Warnings: Unlikely to be anything crazy, really.

Why is it this had seemed like a better idea when he'd suggested it a week or so before?  Probably because he'd done it on a whim - invited Daphne to lunch at Hogsmeade, not long after their unintentional meeting in the Astronomy Tower.  Nothing had happened up there, of course, but it really hadn't been a horrible few hours.  He'd had fun, as far as he remembered, and she hadn't seemed so bad then.  There was the fact that they were both more than a little tipsy, so that probably made her seem more tolerable at the time.  Still.  He supposed he'd felt that he owed it to himself to try interacting with her under normal circumstances.

He was more than aware, though, that he did not want this to seem like he was attempting to take her out on a date - whatever their future was purportedly going to hold, Nikolas currently had little interest in trying to navigate through the psyche of Daphne Greengrass and winning her affections.  At least she was very pretty, and dressed well.  Not that he cared much for how girls dressed, but she knew how to make herself look appealing.  Too bad most of his experiences with her personality had suggested otherwise. 

So, the dreadful Puddifoot's was out, not that he'd ever consider bringing a girl there, date or no.   And though he would have been glad to go to The Three Broomsticks, that's where people always went on Hogsmeade trips, and besides he didn't exactly want to draw more attention to the fact that he was supposed to be spending more time with Daphne.  This created a dilemma, as there were no other decent places to eat - the night before, Nikolas had just given up and decided that they could eat outside.  In his haste he didn't account for the fact that it was November, and by now getting quite cold.

Nikolas stood outside of Gladrags Wizardwear, having purchased a set of hair clips to send to his sister for her birthday next week, and a new pair of gloves for himself.  It was nearly noon, now, and he'd come to the conclusion that yes, it was too cold for outdoor dining, but as he'd already acquired the necessary materials it would seema  waste not to.  He tugged at the scarf around his neck and readjusted his coat - hs jumper itched and annoyed him, but he thought this probably wasn't an occassion one went to looking as though they'd just been throwing a Quaffle around.  Tapping his foot, Nikolas raised an eyebrow and looked at his watch - she ought to be here soon.


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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-08 04:18 am UTC (link)
Daphne's parents flat out said that she had the social skills of a bug. There was no denying she wasn't the most social of creatures. Highly pretentious, and self righteous, Daphne was far too picky to actually consider dating a boy from Hogwarts. That led a lot of people to believing and talking about her. She wasn't like Parkinson, throwing herself at a boy. She wasn't like Tracey who flirted with every single boy in Slytherin. She was just Daphne, too good for the general population and thus ignoring the majority of them. Her parents "trained" her too well, not only was she selective about who she associated with, but she was TOO selective, and found everyone under her. The fact that her parents realized this, and are now trying to remedy it by selecting a husband for her forces her icy wall of solitude to come crashing down.

This entire situation forced Daphne out of her comfort zone, and into situations that she never experienced before. She was completely content to stay alone in her own quiet, private world, but now? Now that was all ruined. It wasn't that Nikolas was a bad person - Merlin knows she could have been forced into a marriage with Goyle. On the contrary, if it was under different circumstances she might take to the boy a little better. She couldn't tell what they had in common, he liked animals... she hated them. The only thing she did know that they had in common was their capability to hold alcohol, and play card games.

"I'll make sure to pack properly, then," As they reached the end of the street, Daphne finally realized where they were going to eat. It was the only suitable place to eat outside, unless he was planning an actual picnic with a blanket and sitting under a tree? He didn't seem like that type of person, though. Especially between the two of them, a blanket picnic was far too romantic, considering this was not a date... was it? No. Daphne didn't want to think like that.

"Wait... and see? I don't like the sound of that." Glancing warily towards Nikolas, Daphne wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Wait and see? For all she knew they could have some bizarre tradition that involved reindeer, or some magical creature that she didn't want to think about.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-08 04:39 am UTC (link)
Her concern over something as trivial as the possibility of being confronted with an unfamiliar family tradition amused Nikolas greatly. Automatically, he reached over to her and patted her on the back, between her should blades, the way one might pat a friend jokingly. "You're far too concerned about this. All families do something weird for the holidays. I promise you won't be made to do anything silly or strange, if you don't want to."

Nikolas seemed to realize he'd broken some sort of physical boundary that he hadn't really acknowledged as existing between them, and drew his hand back quickly, bringing it to rest in his pocket again. He coughed, sending a cloud of steam forth from his mouth - it made him think of pipe smoke. What he wouldn't do for that right now.

Thankfully, what he perceived might become an awkward moment was ended abruptly, because they'd arrived at their destination. Indeed, the pavilion was abandoned, and seemed to have not been used in quite a while. A sparse layer of autumnal leaves drifted to and fro on the two long tables within, and though it was open to the elements, at the very least he hoped the pillars supporting it might cut the wind a bit. "Ah, good, no one here. I didn't want to have to deal with relocating, because honestly I'm through with ideas."

He approached the table and set the bag down, wasting little time in unloading the contents, place settings and food. For once, Harold Dingle's odd connections had genuinely come in handy, as he'd managed to acquire some non-Hogwarts fare for Nikolas at the last minute - hot sandwiches, sweet potato soup, and, of course, Butterbeer. At least that might help with the issue of warmth. Nikolas was pretty sure there was dessert as well, but right now he was just eager to eat the food he'd already unpacked.

"Should we sit, then?"

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-08 07:30 am UTC (link)
It was like she was seeing him pat her back in slow motion. She wanted to smack his hand away, and break his fingers and tell him to never touch her again, but she couldn't dare herself to move. Instead she tried to swallow her pride and ignore that pat on her back. That was something she was not used to be. Being touched, she hated when her parents attempted to hug her as a child, and she didn't enjoy it now. It was just something she wasn't used to. Daphne wasn't the hug and kiss type of person. She never had a reason to be one, most people avoided her, and she avoided them.

Easing up slightly as the pavilion gave both of them a reason to ignore what happened, Daphne glanced around the structure. It was nothing spectacular, simple and probably a beautiful place during the summer. Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she brushed a few leaves off the table.

Watching him unpack the food, her stomach suddenly rumbled. She didn't realize how hungry she was until the food was laid out for her. What made that even better was that it wasn't Hogwarts food. At least it didn't smell like it. Nodding in agreement for taking a seat, Daphne sat down and wrapped her hands around one of the warm containers of soup.

"This looks good, where did you get it? I don't think this was being served at Hogwarts, it smells too appetizing." Lips curled into a smirk once more, as she pulled the container of soup closer.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-08 04:42 pm UTC (link)
"Hm, well, you know Harold Dingle at all? Probably not, he's in my year, Ravenclaw..." Nikolas began, sitting down across from Daphne and helping himself to a sandwich. He was glad he'd decided to charm the bag to keep everything warm before he left the school that morning. After swallowing some Butterbeer and enjoying the characteristic warmth that it caused, he continued. "He's always getting the weirdest things shipped to him by owl, I don't even know where from, but I thought he might be able to get some food if I asked him, and this morning her found me before we all set off and handed me this, so."

Truth be told, Nikolas had half been expecting the bag to be full of dragon dung, or some sort of powdered, poisonous herbs, but he'd checked in the Great Hall and the appetizing smell that had wafted out set any doubts aside. "You don't have any allergies, do you?" A moment later his mouth was full of bread and ham.

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-08 10:36 pm UTC (link)
"Harold Dingle?" Daphne shook her head, as she proceeded to open one of the containers of soup. The smell was intoxicating, and she had to close her eyes for a moment to enjoy how fresh it smelled. "No... can't say I have ever heard of him, then again, I don't really pay attention to others." Daphne shrugged slightly, and lifted up a spoon to inspect it. OCD, much? "He had ham sandwiches, soup, and butterbeer owled to him? Are his parents house elves?" Okay, so maybe that was a little rude considering Harold Dingle did get them this lunch.

Satisfied with how the spoon looked, she went to tasting the sweet potato soup. "No, I don't. Do you?" Daphne didn't have any allergies, but she was a finicky eater. She didn't like certain foods, mainly anything Hogwarts. Technically there was nothing wrong with Hogwarts food, but it was slaved over by disgusting vile creatures. At home, her family had numerous house elves, but none of them cooked. Her mother refused to allow a disgusting creature such as a house elf touch anything they were to ingest.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-09 04:20 am UTC (link)
Nikolas shrugged and grinned ambivalently. "Not so far."

He eyed the soup, not sure whether he wanted to bother - he'd never much liked sweet potatoes, though the steam rising off of it seemed particularly inviting today, and it probably didn't taste too much like sweet potato anyway. Then again, he didn't eat ham very often, either, and he had to admit the sandwich was very enjoyable. Belatedly, Nikolas snickered at the house elf comment.

"Well, he's quite human, but who knows? Like I said, he has very mysterious means of acquiring things he wants or needs." He swirled the butterbeer around in its bottle for a moment, seeming to ponder it, before putting it back down. Wanting to change the subject from how he had managed to get the food, Nikolas grasped at something that had come up earlier.

"So, you said you'd been to Sweden before? When was that?"

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-09 08:54 pm UTC (link)
Daphne actually reconsidered eating any more, especially since she had no idea where this Dingle boy got his food. "Why... would someone owl him ham sandwiches and soup?" Dipping her spoon into the soup again, she stirred it around a little half expecting an eye to bob to the surface, or something horrifying.

At the change of the subject, Daphne began to eat the soup again. It was warm, and tasted better then anything Hogwarts to could offer. It must be safe to eat... she concluded after three more bites. Blue gaze lifted from the soup to look at Nikolas as he posed the question, "Yes, it was the summer of my fifth year, mother wanted to do some shopping in Stockholm. That was the same summer where we spent a week at the Chateau in Marseilles." It was evident the Greengrass' traveled a lot. Why shouldn't they? Money wasn't an issue for them, and her mother was one of those typical socialites, traveling across the world without a care for expenses.

"I imagine that winter in Sweden is completely different then summer? Though, compared to Marseilles, Stockholm was bloody freezing in the summer." Was this considered pleasant conversation? Aside from her sister, and maybe Audrina, Daphne never really... spoke to people to the extent that she was speaking to Nikolas. Usually she was just flinging around insults to get people to sod off and leave her alone.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-09 10:54 pm UTC (link)
In all actuality, for once Nikolas could say with relatively certainty that he knew the origins of their meal - Harold's mother happened to be a very good cook, and enjoyed spoiling her son (and, if need be, his friends). Still, some part of Nikolas liked teasing Daphne and letting things seems dubious. She didn't seem to have any real problems with this, as she was continuing to eat.

The Greengrasses would go to different countries just to shop, wouldn't they? Nikolas just shook his head mildly, not indicating whether it was because he thought international shopping trips a bit ridiculous, or in response to her comments on the weather.

"Yeah. It's not too bad in summer, really." At least he didn't think so, though he'd been going for as long as he could remember, so he had to admit he was used to it either way. "When we're there it'll be much different, though...pretty consistently freezing out, actually. Although, we won't be too far north so it could be a lot worse. Might not be as much daylight as we're used to here, either."

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-10 12:15 am UTC (link)
He kept saying We and it made Daphne very uncomfortable. We. That meant duality. The two of them. She suddenly found it hard to swallow as she stared at her soup. The revelation that there was going to be a lot more we to come made her a bit nervous. Why? For one thing, up until that point Daphne was used to either me or you never we. She was used to being alone most of the time, and doing things on her own. Now? Now she was supposed to marry this boy she had absolutely no feelings for (or maybe she did? Daphne couldn't tell if it was just being forced into the situation that made her more tolerating of him, or if he was actually someone worth spending time with), and swallow her pride and be happy about it.

"Well, while we are on the subject of winter hols, I assume your family celebrates Christmas, yeah?" Lifting her gaze from the soup to look at him, blue eyes studied him for a while. Christmas meant gifts, and Daphne was sure as hell not going to show up empty handed. Her parents would be utterly mortified, and Daphne didn't want to be embarrassed like that. However, this brought up another dilemma, what should she get them? Perhaps Nikolas could enlighten her.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-10 12:58 am UTC (link)
Nikolas looked at Daphne as though she'd just said something absurd. He supposed it was a logical enough question to ask, after all not everyone celebrated the holiday, but he'd sort of taken it for granted nonetheless. "'Course."

Still debating the soup, he picked up a spoon and made as though to try some, but changed his mind at the last moment and put the spoon back down. He looked at a loss of what to do, having finished his sandwich in almost record time. He had been hungry when he'd gotten here, enough to rush through the first portion of his meal. Instead, he just held the butterbeer between his gloved hands - if it were a warm beverage, this would have seemed a sensible way to warm one's hands. But, since it wasn't, it just made Nikolas look fidgety.

"Why do you ask? Is this another tradition question?"

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-10 02:35 am UTC (link)
Nodding rather passively, Daphne stirred her soup once more and looked down at it. "Just curious," She said quietly, before pushing back the container and reaching for the other thermos of pumpkin juice. Watching him fidget, Daphne smirked behind the rim of her pumpkin juice. It was hard to tell if he was uncomfortable, or just nervous. Daphne felt awkward, especially since she wasn't drunk. She didn't know if she should be guarding herself, or just enjoying the lunch outside... in the cold.

Nodding towards the sandwich, she placed the thermos down and pushed the plate towards him. "Here, have my half, I'm full." Technically it was true, Daphne wasn't much of an eater. Just look at her! She was thin as a pole, mostly elbows and knees with subtle curves and legs to die for. She definitely took after her mother in the looks department.

"Tell me about your family, what are your parents like? You have a sister, yes? What's her name?" For once, Daphne seemed genuinely interested, or was she just putting up a front to seem that way? Her motives behind the questions were more selfish then they seemed. She was trying to figure out what they would like as gifts, winter hols were just around the corner, she would have to get creative to think of something for them.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-10 03:13 am UTC (link)
"Er." He stared at the sandwich she'd just shoved at him, not sure how to respond. There was no doubt he could easily eat it, and probably at least another sandwich, before he'd consider himself full. Still, sharing food seemed like something a pair of friends would do, and as far as he was concerned he and Daphne were far from that. Yet, anyway. Right now Nikolas still felt the awkwardness of this whole thing was palpable, and anything either of them said felt forced. "Yeah. Maybe?"

He pulled the plate to him anyway, in what he figured was a sign of goodwill, or something. "My family...hm. Dad's a law official in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I guess he spends a lot of time at the Ministry but when he's home he usually tries to think about anything but work. My mum...travels a lot and it pretty much made her life when I started showing an interest in what she does. But, you know, she's...a mum...she's always nosing about in my business and trying to make sure I'm eating enough and doing my schoolwork and not getting myself in trouble, and all that."

He paused and laughed a bit. "She likes being in control of things. And yeah, my sister, Astrid. She's eight, well, nine next week, but she's sort of annoying really but we get on really well. She just asks a lot of questions and is always moving about and getting into things she ought not to. I swear she's going to be either a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor. She just...knows how to find out what bothers people and push their buttons."

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-10 04:17 am UTC (link)
Daphne didn't mean to make things awkward, she was just trying to do what Astoria and Audrina recommended. Just... make the best of a bad situation, and remember that it's better then being forced into a marriage with Crabbe or Goyle.

Nodding slowly, the Vaisey's seemed very different compared to the Greengrass'. Daphne being the eldest of her siblings was expected to hold her own without her parents doting upon her. She preferred to be left alone when it came to her parents, Astoria and Sebastian took to the doting better then she did. At the mention of his sister potentially being accepted into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, Daphne hid a sneer behind a sip of her drink.

"Or she could just be a highly manipulative Slytherin," Lips curled into a smirk as she placed her drink down once more, "Merlin knows we have plenty of those in Slytherin as it is." No joke there, it was evident that Daphne was a different form of Slytherin then the rest of her housemates. While they took to bending their beliefs for the sake of saving their arses, Daphne would much rather stick to her beliefs and not bend to anyone. Dark Lord or not. She was prideful, though, and incredibly sly and cunning. She had a smart head on her shoulders, far more intelligent then she let on.

"I come from a family of Slytherins. My grandparents were Slytherins, I imagine their parents were Slytherins, and so on and so forth. All of my siblings are in Slytherin," Shrugging slightly, Daphne watched a few leaves billow through the pavilion before continuing on. "They're a bit typical, mother busies herself by shopping, planning parties, living life like a socialite," Rolling her eyes, she watched as a left got caught on one of the pillars and slowly descended back to the ground just to get swept up into the air with another sharp breeze. "Father, well, he cares, he just has funny ways of showing it. He thinks love and affection can be bought through expensive frivolous things."

Her voice trailed off as she thought about the last owl from him. He mentioned that they gave her everything she ever wanted and the least she could do was do one thing right for them.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-10 05:16 am UTC (link)
"My dad was a Slytherin, as well. He'd hate to think that either of his children could possibly be in any other house, and let me tell you, Astrid knows that full well and constantly nags him by telling him she'll be in Hufflepuff. I don't think she'd fit in there at all. Might be good to have some variety, anyway."

Nikolas' eyes wandered down to the sandwich. It did look inviting...and that first one had been seriously good. With some reluctance he reached over to the plated half and took a large bite. He chewed for longer than was probably necessary, fixing Daphne with as scrutinizing look all the while she explained her own family's dynamics. He couldn't say he was especially surprised by anything she said. At the very least, it certainly explained a lot about the way Daphne acted towards others, and how she seemed to view herself.

He cocked his head to the side a bit, seeming genuinely curious now. "Is that what sort of life you are expecting to have one day? Typical socialite, I mean," he started, then suddenly jumped to another question without waiting for her answer to the first. "Actually, I was wondering this...were your parents...you know...'arranged', or whatever we'd call it?"

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[info]daphne__g
2009-11-10 02:42 pm UTC (link)
"Well, yes... no. Somewhat? I would prefer the less social side of a socialites life." Daphne had to snicker at the irony of that statement, and Daphne would have reiterated what she meant had she not been interrupted with another question. Arching her brow slightly, more out of frustration of being interrupted she waited to see if Nikolas had anymore questions before answering him once more.

"No, they weren't," Glancing down at her drink, she shook her head. "Mother was the perfect little catch. Pretty, outgoing, pureblood, a daughter from the prestigious house of Nott." Rolling her eyes, Daphne, despite looks, was the complete opposite of her mother. At times she hated herself for being that way. She respected her mother greatly, that came with any proper upbringing, but she hated her mother for setting the standards for her children so high. That was probably why she insisted upon an arranged marriage. Daphne wasn't 'capable' of making proper relationships, and holding on to them like her mother was able to. Astoria is more like their mother, after all, look at who she is snogging during Prefect rounds. Draco bloody Malfoy. Their mother would be so proud, no doubt.

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[info]besserwisser
2009-11-10 10:26 pm UTC (link)
Listening to Daphne as he fully committed himself to finishing the sandwich, Nikolas had to wonder what one would call a socialite who wasn't actually...social. He nodded when she explained her parents' background, though he supposed her mother's ideal pureblood trophy wife qualities didn't necessarily negate the use of an arranged marriage. A lot of pureblood families had done it for years, he was certain, though the practice may have been falling away recently.

"I see. Interesting." His brow creased. "Do they have similar plans for your sister?"

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