And I will rise up with fists
And I will take what's mine mine mine
There but for the grace of God, go I
Wednesday, February 28 • Evening
Vera walked toward the gates of Hogwarts to meet Daphne, promptly and as planned.
The Pansy problem still lingered, and it seemed one found solutions much easier after a meal with friends. And if that became too much for Izabel, they could always try to cheer her up with the wedding plans that they had gone ahead with as much as they could with no input from either bride or groom.
Near-psychotic optimism was required when dealing with the bridal industry, even in the best of cases. It would work out.
She was convincing herself that when Daphne, accompanied by Miguel, arrived.
"Thank you, Miguel. I do so love delivery. I'm still disinclined to tip, however."
She smiled at Daphne.
"I made the mistake of mentioning sushi in front of the house elves, and they became very enthusiastic. I hope you like Japanese, and I hope they know what they're doing."
Fresh ingredients shouldn't be a problem, at least.