Sunday, March 19th ~*~ Afternoon
Her face still burned every time she thought about Friday night at the pub. As if Malfoy's shamrocks weren't bad enough, she'd gone and gotten
In atonement, Daphne had offered to make dinner for Harry and Sirius if he wanted some.
Her knife flew, dicing ingredients as she muttered to herself.
"Great impression I'm sure I made. Drinking like a fish and kissing strangers, shamrocks popping up behind me everywhere I went."
Bits were thrown into a large pot on the stove.
"Draco bloody Malfoy, thinking he's the greatest thing since floo powder. Someone needs to take him down a peg or two."