Daphne Mnemosyne Greengrass

[St. Mungo's]
[Anyone]
[Mid-Morning]

"Everyone out the way! Move move MOVE!"

"Audrey, honestly. It's really not that serious."

The blonde woman continued to pull Daphne down the street, weaving through people hastily, her frantic attempt to get to St. Mungo's quicker. "You're injured! Of course it's--EXCUSE ME, PEOPLE!--Of course it's serious!"

Daphne resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead glanced down at her wounded arm, cradling it against her chest with a small towel. She had gotten a little clumsy with the kitchen knife, but the nonstop flow of blood really overexaggerated the severity of it, she was sure. She would have been able to handle this on her own, perhaps, had Audrey not had such impeccable timing. The girl was already at her rescue before the damned knife even hit the floor!

"Audrey. Please, I'm fi--"

"Bollocks! You've lost a lot of blood!"

"No I haven't, most of it's on my blouse," she grimaced distastefully. She'd just bought that blouse. It was a pretty blouse. And now it was ruined. Wonderful.

"Oh stop it! You need professional care!" Ever insistent, the assistant brought them to the hospital building and dragged her in, immediately approaching the front desk. "Emergency!" She cried. "We have an emergency!"

Daphne, brought her palm to her face and sighed, slowly shaking her head. "Audrey, it's not an emergency, it's a silly little cu--" Before she could finish that thought, Audrey forced her down in a seat.

"A healer will be out for you in just a moment! This towel's useless! Here," she pulled off her sweater and transfigured it into a fresh cloth. "Press down on the cut with this! Don't worry, everything will be okay!"

"Yes. I know."

"You look a little pale."

"I've always been pale."

"Do you feel faint? Dizzy?"

"No. But you're giving me a headache."

"Headache reliever! Got it! I'll be right back." And before the brunette could protest, Audrey was off talking to one of the desk ladies about getting some kind of prescription present. Daphne sighed and leaned back in her chair, deciding that it was no use trying to argue at this point.

[Flat]
[Anyone; Astoria]
[Early Monday Evening]

You weren't supposed to betray me.

Daphne was pretty sure she knew exactly who it was from - the picture alone was indication enough. Something within the woman shattered after she read the secret, and she was left feeling unbearably ill with guilt. Finally, the bomb had set off. She had ignored it long enough, and now it came at her with full force and there was nothing she could do but endure it. She sent Audrey earlier that day to finish up errands that she had intended to do herself and spent it alone to figure out how she could even let things get so bad between her and her sister. Needless to say, she was left feeling a thousand times worse. Daphne needed to try and talk to her again.To apologize. She needed to fix this before she couldn't. After all, this was the last day that they'd be under the same roof (September 1st was Astoria's moving date), and that alone was making her quite miserable. After she came down to her final conclusion, Daphne came home. She grabbed herself a glass of water to calm her nerves and then went into the living room and sat there, idly running her finger along the rim of the glass as she stared into it.

[An Old Music Shop in Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Afternoonish]

*a stout, rosy-cheeked shop keeper with a cane greets her as he comes down the stairs* Daphne? Daphne!

*Daphne smiles, holding a black cello case* Hello, Mr. Wadmore.

*holds her face, warm grin* Just when I think you can't get anymore beautiful, you come in and prove me wrong! How've you been, m'dear? How's Eira? And Julien?

*chuckles* I've been wonderful. And my parents have been great as well. They're still in the States, but they'll be visiting soon.

*stomps his cane, raspy laugh* You tell them they've got to make time for an old man! I'd love to see them. Ah, and your darling little sister? How might she be?

Astoria's not so little anymore, but she's well. *nods* Mmhm, she'll be living in her own place soon, actually.

*he smiles* Wow! Well good for her, good for her. Now, what can I do for you? How's this pretty thing treating you? *gestures to her cello*

*grins, pulls it out* Brilliantly. *hands her instrument over* It's time for a good tuning, though, and if you could just adjust the bridge a little, it's slightly off.

*puts on his glasses* Sure thing! *low impressed whistle as he checks it out* Still looks as flawless as when I gave it to you those years ago. *takes a seat at a piano, plays around with the pegs*

*walks around as he works on it* Proper care and charms is to thank for that. *smirks, flips through a music book* I'll need a new bar of rosin as well.

*Mr. Wadmore:* Only if you promise you'll play for me before you go!

*puts book back, glances over her shoulder at him* But of course. *nods, moves over to the violin rack to admire them*

[Flat]
[Anyone]
[Mid-noon]

A sudden burst of green flames followed by a loud cackle emitted from the fireplace, and Daphne stepped out with a set of luggage following behind her. It had been a long weekend, overall an exhausting couple of days at the Queenie Cosmetics headquarters. But what mattered was that everything that needed to get done was accomplished. Setting her bag on the coffee table, Daphne kicked off her heels and stretched out on the couch. A yawn tumbled off her lips and her eyes fluttered closed. "I need to start redecorating..." she murmured sleepily before dozing off.

[Flat]
[Astoria]
[Early Friday morning]

*a box of Astoria's favorite chocolates are left on her night stand, along with a note*

"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things: Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax...

((Daphne left the verse incomplete in hopes that Astoria will complete it like old times and forgive her and love her again because she misses her sister a whole lot. The end. XD))

[Flat]
[Roger]
[Backdated - Saturday Morning]

Since the Slytherin dinner, Daphne had been toying with the idea of cancelling her camping trip with Roger. In fact, she'd been pretty set on it. It wasn't that she was afraid of the camping itself, that was the least of her worries. It was just that she was actually starting to like him, and that alone would be enough to complicate their "unexclusive" relationship. For Merlin's sake, she still couldn't believe she got jealous. That was just...

Yes, seperating from him would be the right thing to do. Yes. Of course, Roger probably wouldn't make this easy. If Daphne was being honest with herself, it would be difficult enough. But it was the right thing to do. So she waited in the kitchen with a mug of hot tea, expecting his arrival soon. She wasn't running from anything. Not at all. Just being smart. Yes.

[Owl]
[Adrian]
[Noon]

( Owl to Adrian Pucey )

[In front of an old building in London]
[Anyone]
[Late afternoon]

There still seemed to be a little bit of tension lingering in the flat between her and Astoria. Or maybe it was all in her head. Either way, Daphne strayed away from it most days to avoid the uneasy feeling. Not that it was difficult to do, she'd been pretty busy anyway. She sat on the stoney steps in front of an old building, a haunting yet beautiful design of gothic architecture, and flipped through the new ad layouts she was considering for her business. Beside her was a box of chocolate covered strawberries and a new copy of the Prophet given to her after the meeting she had that day. Daphne hadn't opened it yet, and she wasn't tempted to.

[Flat]
[Anyone, ATTN: Astoria]
[Evening]

Astoria had yet to confront her - not that she was surprised. She wasn't really surprised that she had lied to her about who she fancied either, but she had to admit that it irked her a little. Was it really so difficult to have told her the truth from the beginning? To be fair, Daphne hadn't mentioned him to her either, but that wasn't the same as lying, was it? The Slytherin curled up on the couch with a folder of paperwork in hand. Whether Roger was aware or not that he was also seeing her younger sister crossed her mind a few times, but she'd approach him about it once she settled things with Astoria. Daphne might have been a little irritated, but it didn't mean she didn't care to know how her sister was handling this; considering Roger Davies was the one she had fallen head over heels for, Daphne didn't imagine that Astoria was at all doing okay.

[cafe in diagon alley]
[anyone, ATTN: Pansy]
[early noon]

"Thank you," she smiled politely at the waiter before bringing the cup of tea to her lips. Recently, Daphne had received some interesting news from Astoria involving Pansy, and she saw it fitting to address the issue she had with it to the other woman. One thing she truly hated was when her sister was insulted in anyway. And by a friend? This did not sit well with her at all. She sent out a patronus, then continued to drink her tea and read while she waited patiently.

( Patronus to Pansy )

[Daphne's Photo Gallery/Charity Event]
[Everyone is welcome!]
[Noon]

It had been long, stressful, and at times very frustrating putting this together, but it was all so very worth it. She was pleased at the turn-out, at the vast amount of people interested in her work. It was certainly a step for her - Daphne never really thought that there would be a day where she'd want to put her photography up on display for anyone but her close ones to see. The entry room was simple, but beautiful and soothing music played to set the mood. Every room was unique and corresponded to the types of pictures taken; fashion photography, abstract, nature, architecture, emotive portraits...and the list only continued. No two pictures had the same feel, and whether Daphne really wanted this to happen, each piece would teach the people who looked a little something about her.

There was a lounge for those who wanted to sit and get into discussion amongst each other. Waiters and waitresses walked around with trays of tasty snack foods and wines, and hosts stood by for those who needed information or directing. The staircases led to the elegant auction room, where her photographs would be auctioned off. And since this was also a charity event, all the money made would be donated to several organizations - The International Wizarding Coalition Against Family Hunger, for example. Downstairs, the was a restaurant, a more little intimate area with good food and an open bar.

Dressed always to impress, Daphne walked around with a glass of wine in her hand and observed her success, occasionally approaching (or being approached) for conversation.

[London]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

She walked at her leisure, momentarily enraptured in the letter that she had received earlier that day by Sansone, the italian man she had spent a significant amount of time with during her vacation with Pansy and Marcus. It was an italian sonnet that he wrote - a beautiful one at that - and as if that wasn't romantic enough, there was a gorgeous, single red rose that he sent along with it. She chuckled to herself; she supposed she hadn't made herself clear enough when she told him that it was best if their affair remained short-lived and nothing more than what it was. Or maybe he just chose to ignore it. But after reading that letter, Daphne couldn't help but be a little glad that he chose not to listen.

[Owlery]
[Marcus]
[Early Afternoon]

( Owl to Marcus Flint )

[Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

Perhaps it wasn't so bad to just sit there and cry after all. Ever since that session with Pansy, she felt a sense of relief. She'd clearly had a lot of poison trapped within her, but now that a lot of it had been washed away, she was faring a lot better: physically, mentally, and emotionally. She was even looking forward to vacationing with Pansy and Marcus, though she still had to clear it with Marcus first--she wasn't sure if he knew or not. Adjusting her glasses, Daphne stopped in front of a small clothing boutique before stepping into it for a look around.

[Flat]
[Anyone; ATTN: Harry]
[Afternoon]

She hadn't spoken about that ridiculous brawl since the night it happened...actually, she hadn't said much of anything. Not to Audrey, not even to her sister. Even when Owyn had come to see her, she barely even said hello to him. Instead she locked herself in her office and opted to shut everything and everyone out. Daphne was the suffer-in-silence type, and she was indeed suffering.

Daphne was embarrassed at herself, disappointed, and she was beating herself up for it; much more painful than some silly slap by Ginny Weasley. How could she stoop down to such a low, dirty level? Why hadn't she done the right thing in the very beginning to prevent this? How could she be so weak and breakdown into tears, and in front of her sister, nonetheless? That's what bothered her the most. Daphne was always strong and collected in her presence, no matter the circumstances, why should that night have been the exception?

After she sealed an envelope, Daphne stood up from her desk and tied it to her owl.

( Owl to H.Potter )

Once her owl was gone, Daphne sat back down and went back to work, suddenly feeling indifferent, if anything at all. This was just another thing she'd have to put behind her. It wouldn't be hard to do.

[Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

"I'm sorry." she pleaded with a chuckle, gripping the leash tighter while Rhea practically pulled her along. "I'm trying to keep up, be patient with me. I swear you're even stronger than the last time I walked you. Soon you'll be walking me. Can't have that, though." Stopping at the corner of the street, Daphne kneeled and let Rhea hop eagerly into her arms. "I suppose you want to go to the park, hm? Well, okay. But only for a little bit." Rising, she let the energetic pup rake her through the crowd while she went over things she needed to do in her mind.

[Flat, specifically her studio]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

She set her last batch of pictures on the racks to dry, then crossed over to the ones that were finished on the table and took a look at them. She'd been developing film and printing all morning, and even she was surprised at how much film she had. There were a lot, even from a few years back, that she hadn't gotten around to, but she had been working on them for the past week and she couldn't help but grin--she had certainly come a long way.

Audrey had walked in with a tray of food. "How's everything going?" she inquired, setting the tray down on a desk that wasn't covered with pictures. Daphne grabbed her magnifying glass and sat down, holding up a sheet of thumbnail pictures. "Everything's going just fine. Did you send those owls, yet?"

"Mmmhm! And in a moment, I'll be on my way to meet up with the gallery director and go over the general outline." Audrey grinned, hovering over her shoulder. "What're you looking at? Have you read the secrets in the Prophet? You really should, some of them will seriously have you swooning! Someone proposed!" Daphne fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm looking at the thumbnails. And yes, I've seen the secrets." She left it at that, glancing up at Audrey for a quick moment before going back to what she was doing.

The blonde assistant stood there a minute, a little put out that Daphne wasn't joining in her enthusiasm, but got over it quick enough and chirped, "Well, I brought you lunch! I'm gonna go now, it's about that time so I'll see you soon!" Daphne waved her assistant off, then reached over for a strawberry, noticing that Audrey had left the Prophet for her to read. With a snort, Daphne pushed it off to the side. "Overrated."

[Streets of Hogsmeade]
[Anyone]
[Night]

Of all people, you chose to spend time with me on your birthday. *chuckles, holding onto his birthday cupcake*

*Owyn grins and nudges her* Well, of course. I wanted to spend time with my lady friend whom I haven't seen in bloody ages. And it just so happens that today's my birthday. Even if it wasn't, I'd still have asked you out tonight. *wraps arm over her shoulders* I miss you, Daph. I hardly see you anymore.

*laughs, gently pushing him away* Stop that. We're both very busy people these days. You especially, working at the Ministry and all. Even if you weren't, I'm getting my photogallery charity event set up. More time-consuming than you can imagine. I barely have time to see Astoria...and she lives with me.

But we can make time. No one's that busy.

*stare* Hello, do you know me or not?

*laughs* Alright, you're the exception. But you choose to be such. You're one of those bloody workaholics.

And I'm fine with that.

You're twenty-one working like you're thirty. All work and no play must drive you crazy.

It doesn't.

You're a bloody liar! I know you better than that, Daphne Greengrass! *grabs her and gets her with a tickle attack*

*giggles* Owyn! Owyn, stop! *tries to wriggle free* You're the biggest prat, I know! *squeals with laughter*

*tickle tickle tickle!* Oh, but you love me! *grins as she breaks free and starts running* Oh, we're playing that game are we? Fine with me! *gives her a few seconds before chasing after her toward the park*