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LEIGHTON MURRAY in THE SEX LIVES OF COLLEGE GIRLS (2021-) CASSIE HOWARD in EUPHORIA (2019-)

"I'm fine," There was a strong emphasis on the last word, Daphne didn't enjoy looking wounded — especially not over something as stupid as tripping. Her heel had broken, and the pavement around Knockturn, with all it's jagged edges, had hurt like a bitch. On top of that, her wand had rolled away into the darkness, so she couldn't even heal herself. "If you could shine a little Lumos though, it would be appreciated."

where: knockturn alley who: open

He'd always had mixed feelings when it came to the night shift, on one side he'd much rather be home in bed with his wife, but missions during late hours were always more interesting than those happening in daytime. Sent out to check on a business that was rumored to be selling illegal dark objects, Frank was just leaving the shop when he heard a loud and piercing scream. He turned quickly towards the source of the sound, trotting towards it. "Are you okay?" The Auror asked as he came upon a figure down the alley.

"Well, someone ought to teach you some manners," Daphne replied, though her tone was light and teasing now that she knew the face belonged to someone familiar, not a stranger. Taking the handkerchief, she cleaned up the last of the blood pouring from her nose. "Thank you."

"No need for a Healer, unless you know one that prescribes a month long holiday as cures?" She joked, before casting a quick Cleaning Charm on the affected area — as she finished, Daphne gestured for Lucius to take a seat. "If you're not meeting someone else, of course."

Lucius was meeting with a wizard to handle business. Curious if the outcome would aid in their cause, insistent that they would get great allies, and though the man wished for a night to think, he was quite certain they would come around to his view. There were other ways to get what he wanted and he kept those for last resort.

The blonde did a double take, the face familiar, snorting at her words. "I was never one to be polite," Lucius teased, pulling out a handkerchief from his inside pocket for her. "Do we need to get you looked at?"

I don’t need to feel better. (requested by anonymous)

If there was one virtue Daphne luckily possessed, it was that of patience. Years of tip-toeing around the Avery estate, needing to pick the exact moment when to move and when to stay silent — she had never been rustled easily, and today was not when she was about to start, not when she needed a drink. Still, that didn't mean she was going to give in easily — especially not when someone wanted her to.

"I don't care to fix what is your problem, not mine. If you wanted to sit somewhere by yourself undisturbed, you should have chosen a less busy pub," Daphne spoke in a matter-of-fact way, little indication of emotion in the words, However, at the sight of the cigarettes and smoke blown directly towards her, she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her.

Picking a slim menthol cigarette from her purse, she demonstratively put it to her lips. Though she did not intend to be very petty about this situation — showing that she was the mature one in this conversation — Daphne felt something take over about half way through her smoke. Head tilted to the other side, she 'accidentally' dropped her cigarette into the witch's drink to extinguish. Doe-eyed and innocent looking, she turned back, feigning an apologetic expression. "Oops."

The witch was going to be a pain in Georgette's ass. It was obvious from the first words out of her mouth. Not that she would expect anything less. It was an example of why she never wanted to interact with other people. She may have had an attitude but that didn't give others license to have one, no matter how hypocritical that sounded. If approached the right way then maybe Georgette wouldn't be such a bitch but that's not how anyone greeted her.

"I'll close my eyes where I please," she said looking at Daphne, a witch she didn't even know. Obviously a no one. "Sounds like a problem you need to fix. Has nothing to do with me." Georgette rubbed her temples as Daphne didn't speak. At least wasn't speaking for a moment but of course her annoying voice perked up again.

Georgette took out her cigarettes. Maybe the smoke would make her go away. She lit the cigarette, inhaled and exhaled, making sure smoke went in Daphne's direction without blowing it directly in her face.

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otp meme ≡ [2/7] scenes

WHO : daphne avery & anyone. WHERE : the leaky cauldron, diagon alley. WHEN : around lunch time.

Daphne's internship was connected to the British envoy to the ICW, and since he was usually busy or out of the country, she ended up doing a significant amount of work — however, with no one to directly supervise her, there were very few rules and even less oversight. Though there were more malicious purposes for that, Daphne most often used it to work outside of the office — currently ending up at the Leaky Cauldron. Buried in the enormous pile of work, she didn't even notice the drops of blood until they landed on the part she was reading. Nosebleed. Hastily grabbing napkins, she furiously dabbed against it before it could ruin more of the documents, until she felt eyes on her back. Instantly, she swivelled around on her chair, a glare on her face. "Staring is considered rude, you know."

"Sorry Molly, did I hurt you?" There was a genuine hint of concern in Amos' voice when he realized he'd almost knocked her over — but not enough to release his tight grip on the bowl of Sugar Quills, held to his chest like a prized possession. "I promise they're not all for Cedric, I haven't gone off the rails that far yet, he still has to eat his vegetables every day." Amos was surprised Cedric didn't immediately drop into the conversation to contest that statement, but a quick sidelong glance showed him staring longingly at the wall of Bertie Botts, perfectly entranced.

"Fine, fine — I'm willing to make a trade, half of these for the Caramel Cobwebs you've got in your basket," Though he had the feeling Molly was toying with him, the sight of the hands on her hips made him hold up a hand in mock surrender. "I'm trying to make treat bags for the kids at work, but everything's so bloody expensive, hence why I'm trying to hoard the discounted items like a dragon with gold."

It may have been crazy to shower Bill and Charlie with sweets but she loved treating them. They were crazy boys but loving and caring. They deserved the best and Molly was willing to do what she could to show them love, both through her actions and filling them with little trinkets of joy. And Merlin did they love their candies. It was a rare moment that they weren't with her and didn't want to forget about them while out and about.

As she was at Sugarplum's Sweet Shop, she spotted the discounted sugar quills. "Ooo!" she said to herself and scooted that way. Before she knew it Amos almost knocked her over. "Oi!" came from her lips as she looked over. "Amos! How dare you!" She knew Amos well enough to give him a hard time. She wanted to know him better. They needed to have proper playdates. Parents needed to stick together.

"A sugar quill emergency? And my boys aren't an emergency? How could you insinuate such a thing?" Molly asked with her hands on her hips.