Daphne Greengrass (eldestdaughter) wrote in worldscollide, @ 2008-02-16 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | daphne greengrass, open |
Who: Daphne [Open to Close Friends/Family]
Where: Daphne's Home
When: Feb. 16th, 2003
What: Contemplation and a Guest
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
To say she was annoyed would have been putting it mildly. Irate might have been slightly closer to the truth. That bloody bint had opened her big mouth to Blaise and Daphne couldn't help wondering if perhaps Blaise questioned her motives. It certainly would take the fun out of things if he caught on so soon in the game. It was a bit fortunate that Brown wasn't known for her intelligence, not to mention the oh-so-perfect career she had chosen. It had been far to easy to link that to a reason for the blonde's accusations.
Her conversation with the Gryffindor had been, while amusing, rather tedious, her false bravado covering the lack of common sense. She had never thought much of the intelligence of blonds and Lavender Brown only seemed to add to it. The woman seriously did not know how far Daphne was willing to go to ensure that none of her plans were interrupted. She saw nothing wrong with making sure the working girls Blaise associated with were paid in full. He had his games and now she had hers. Greyback had been an easy choice with Brown. They had history. But how does one go about making a deal with the devil? She wasn't sure and at the moment she need not worry. If the occasion called for it she would rethink the question.
The only blond she was wary of was her sister. Asteria had a rather annoying talent for seeing the truth of the situation, no matter how expertly it was covered. The last thing she needed was the self-righteous speech that would accompany the discovery of her rather new interest. The only saving grace being that Asteria was far too deeply wrapped around Malfoy's little finger. As long as he kept her busy, Daphne own actions would be out of her sister's line of sight.
Smiling to herself, she flicked to the next page of the newspaper, sipping at her now cold tea.