Wednesday, February 1st ~*~ Afternoon
Muggle London was just like she'd remembered from her days as a student at the Le Corden Bleu Academie D'Art Culinaire and Daphne was beginning to think that maybe moving back to London wouldn't be such a horrid idea after all.
She sipped her soda and looked out at the busy street from her chair at a little outdoor cafe.
It certainly couldn't be any worse than all that had happened since she returned to Hogsmeade. At least during the years she'd lived amongst the Muggles she'd never been seduced by a vampire, never felt like her heart was being broken in two - several times - by the same damn wizard, never been attacked by a demented over-protective house-elf, never ended up covered in Circe knew what numerous times... never fallen in love, never opened her own place and felt that all consuming sense of pride when it didn't fail...
"Buggering hell," she cursed as the realization that she couldn't just pack up and leave started to sink in. The sudden clanging of some kind of loud alarm from the art gallery down the street drowned out her words and Daphne's attention, along with everyone else's at the cafe, became focused on the commotion.