January 7th, 2007

Jersey, Pink

Daphne, Harry, Snape and Ginny ~*~ Her Flat and Hogsmeade Apothecary ~*~ Complete

“The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.”
-- Tallulah Bankhead

Sunday, January 7th ~*~ Late Morning

Sunlight had found its way across the flat to the bed, and finally forced Daphne awake. She opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn't, reaching up to cover her eyes with her hand and groan.

"That's it, I'm bricking over all the windows."

Last night there had been the Staff party at Hogwarts and Daphne remembered being there and having a bit too much to drink, but they'd been celebrating. It was after the party that she was a little foggy on.

Another, much more cautious, attempt to open her eyes confirmed she was in fact in her own home so that was worth something. A tilt of her head told her she wasn't alone in bed.

"You better be Harry or we are both in so much trouble."