daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
"Do I sound like I care? Terribly sorry, I'll refrain from sounding concerned." Daphne hid that smirk behind a sip from her glass. "Consider it curiosity, after all he did make such a fuss in his journal, figured he would stick to his ivory tower." Look who's talking, Daphne Greengrass, the girl who stayed on her own high horse and never came down. However, Daphne certainly did NOT make sure a fuss in journals about never leaving her home, and then showing up at a party a few days later. What was the point of the fuss in the first place?
Finishing off the cracker, lips twitched slightly to shoot him a brief smile. It was hard to describe that smile, was it friendly? Grateful? With Daphne one could never be too sure. The girl wasn't exactly the friendly, grateful sort. Maybe it was just a brief moment where she showed she was actually human beneath that cold exterior? Regardless, it was only for a brief moment before that passive look washed over her again. "Of course I would attend, Draco." She wanted to add that her mother gave her no choice, but she refrained from making that comment.