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How delicious

Daphne and Vera • Daphne's flat, Hogsmeade and Hogwarts • Complete

All the immediate unknowns are better
than knowing this tired and lonely fate.
Does he love you, does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?
Saturday, Feb. 17 • Midday

Vera's wand directed a large, gaily wrapped box up in front of her as she walked down the hallway to Daphne's apartment.

Holding it under her arm would crush the foofy bow, and that would never do.

"Happy birthday!"

The present bustled its way into the flat as soon as the door was opened. Vera shrugged in apology to Daphne and smiled; what could she say, she was a touch excited.

"Please accept this fine gift, and don't assume it's a bribe to get you to pick somewhere dreadfully fancy for lunch where they trip over themselves to wait on us hand and foot because I'm willing to go wherever you choose, honestly."
Black Dress

Harry and Daphne ~*~ Black Orchid Hotel ~*~ Complete

Things never seem to go the way you plan
Thursday, February 15th ~*~ Just after midnight

It wasn't quite how she'd pictured ending the evening. She'd thought there would be dancing and a little kissing and then they would go up to their room at the hotel, she'd put on something terribly uncomfortable that lifted this and flattened that and that she wasn't planning on wearing very long anyway, and then Harry would tell her he loved her and propose and they would make love.

Instead there was Pansy having some sort of psychotic break in the ballroom and men from St. Mungo's and going to their room had been more of an escape than a gentle build up.

As if she needed another reason to hate Pansy the cow.

Daphne sat on the couch with a huff and crossed her arms under her breasts. "I've had better birthdays."
Breaking News
  • _wwn_

WWN Society News Update ~ In Progress

WWN Broadcast
Wednesday, February 14th ~ Evening

"We interrupt the 'Lover's Serenade' to bring you news from the Black Orchid Hotel. This is good, so straighten your clothes and listen to Rita for a moment, you lucky lovers out there.

"Witnesses say Healers from St. Mungo's had to be called to the scene because of a scandalous outbreak on the main dancefloor.

"Spokespeople for the Malfoy-owned establishment had no official comment to give, but according to guests it was socialite and friend of the family Pansy Parkinson who caused the disturbance. Gentlemen, please, if you're going to start panting and rioting over a witch, do it over someone with her own nose. This is 100-percent Skeeter here — get it while it's hot!

"Apparently the scene has quieted down now, but with a near-orgy going on out in the open, who knows what might have happened in the more secluded rooms? Shocking behavior indeed to be linked with one of the wizarding world's stiffly upstanding (Floo me, Lucius!) families.

"As always, ladies and gentlemen, WWN is always interested in the comments and concerns of our listeners. More importantly, if you personally witnessed a sensational bit of scandal, owl me, Rita Skeeter, care of the WWN. The Wizarding Wireless Network now returns you to our regularly scheduled programing."

Harry, Remus and Daphne || Glen Hollow || Complete

I'm charged up ... I'm kinda wooden
I'm barely moving ... I study motion
I study myself ... I fooled myself
Sunday, February 11 || Afternoon

Meals on trays with an anxious Dobby hovering over him made Remus feel nervous, as if he were a spotty teenager spending time in the Infirmary again. The House elf was nothing like Poppy, but now that his mind had made the connection it wouldn't let it go.

Obviously he needed a change of scenery; being shut up was driving him ...

... was making him a bit stir-crazy, that was all.

Lupin got out of bed and struggled into proper clothes for the first time in nearly two weeks. He'd spoken with McGonagall and that had gone reasonably well. Perhaps a quiet chat with Harry would go as well.

Even if it didn't, it was time to start talking again, while they had the chance.

Dobby had said Harry was in his office, and so he was. Remus hovered at the doorway for a moment, just looking at the wizard within the room for a moment, before quietly speaking up.


He entered the room and gingerly took a seat.

"How are you doing?"

Daphne ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.
~Erich Fromm

Sunday, February 4th ~ Late Afternoon

There were days when it was hard for Daphne to remember what her life had been like before she'd returned to Hogsmeade. Not in general, that she remembered well, but the details of everyday life. Had she been happy before? Was it the same kind of happiness she had now or different? Better or worse?

Different, definitely, but I don't think before and now can be compared and judged. It's apples and oranges. Three years ago I would have never thought I'd be where I am now.

Her tea was growing cold, so Daphne tapped her wand against the cup to heat it up.

She'd grown used to the idea of getting married, of moving to Glen Hollow (surely Harry wouldn't want to move into her flat)... even of living in the same house as Dobby and Sirius. And that gorgeous kitchen. Can't forget that.

Daphne sipped her tea and smiled, picturing what life would be like once she and Harry were married. Friends over for a meal now and then, nights in front of the fire with Harry, and someday maybe even a child or two.
could be

Daphne, Sirius and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Do you see the thing-a-ma-bob that goes on this doohickey?
Sunday, January 28th ~ Early Afternoon

The area rug in the main sitting room probably wasn't designed with a motorcycle in mind and Harry had taken the precaution of putting a few repellent spells on it, but it probably would have been wiser to roll it up. He only thought about that after the first few things had been removed and spread around.

I should have stuck it with the furniture, he decided with a wince when the first few drops of oil hit it.

Who knew changing the plugs and oil would be so - complicated.

And what the hell does this thing-a-ma-bob do?

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Coconut Biscuit

Daphne and the girls ~*~ Daph's Flat ~*~ Complete

He's the one that I want. I'm pretty sure.

Thursday, January 25th ~*~ Evening

Dear Friend,

I know it may not be as informative and exciting as the last outing some of us went on; but if you're up for it I think I have something you might be interested in hearing.

Did I mention there would be chocolate and wine?


Daph and Harry ~*~ Her Flat ~*~ Complete

I've been looking for an original sin.
One with a twist and a bit of a spin.

Sunday, January 21st ~*~ Late Afternoon

Two nights ago she'd been out with Vera and the others and had a great time. Even with Malfoy along.

True, certain details were a little fuzzy - like how exactly she got home - but on the whole the evening had been a blast. Yesterday, after the hangover had been dealt with - she'd treated the kitchen staff to more than one impromptu music break. Even Miguel had gotten into the spirit, twirling her past the scallops before grabbing Becky for a low dip that nearly ended up with both of them on the floor.

Her good mood was back today, evident in the way Daphne was dancing across her flat and singing along with the cd player. She'd taken the morning off just because she could and spent the day relaxing alone with a good book, the music and a bit of wine. From the bed she could see her reflection in her floor length mirror and Daphne took advantage of that to sing along with Billy Idol during "Rock the Cradle of Love". Sadly, she ran out of bed before she ran out of song and ended up on the floor in a fit of giggles.

Various ~ Hogwarts to London ~ MA ~ Complete

They keep saying the right person will come along;
I think the knight bus hit mine a few years ago.
Friday, January 19th ~ Late Afternoon

Sitting down at her desk with a sigh, Anne pulled the top, right hand drawer open to find the latest forms the Ministry office had sent her to fill out.

"If I could spend as much time actually talking to the students as I do having to fill out the latest most comprehensive and efficient forms they send..." Anne was grumbling to herself as she lifted a stack of folders onto the desk top and leafed through them quickly. "Where the hell-oo. What's this?" Anne asked as one of the folders knocked over the pile of mail she hadn't taken care of yet. A colorful brochure caught her eye as it was revealed.

Pulling out the shiny foldout, her eyebrows rose at the images.

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told you so

Daphne and Harry ~ Glen Hollow to Little Whinging, Surrey - Complete

They say you can't go home again.
Thank Merlin for small favors.
Sunday, January 14th ~ Afternoon

Not having contact with his aunt and uncle had never bothered Harry. It still didn't, but after the Christmas gift he'd sent, he'd wondered what kind of reception they'd get if they showed up at the front door. A slightly evil grin crossed his face.

Especially if I have a bottle of Uncle Vernon's favorite brandy with me.

"Daph? How would you like to see the Muggle house I grew up in?"