daisy greengrass

[ellagoldstein-blog1]

“–Do you happen to know where I can find Professor McGonagall at this hour?”

[daisy-greengrass]

“No idea. She’s a nightmare to track down this time of day”

[daisy-greengrass]

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rodlestrangee :

“There’s laws? Against following people against their will?” He let out a fake gasp, “What the fuck why didn’t anyone inform me of this before? I can be tried as an adult now.” He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets. He had followed her because he was curious. And bored. He had been attending those events since third year and each time, he was always shocked by what some people considered to be art. Cissa’s stuff was always great. Everyone else’s- not so much. Once he had shown up drunk and told several of the other participants how awful their work was. Honestly, he was lucky that they continued to let him come back.

“‘Cissa’s a grown woman. She’s got to be at least thirteen by now. When I was thirteen I could be left alone at a party unattended.” He stepped closer to her so that he didn’t have to raise his voice nearly as much. Rod hated the sound of a raised voice, particularly his own. “Honestly- I’m sacrificing blondes to my pagan god later and this looked like the perfect time to go ahead and sedate you. s’kind of ruined now that I’ve had to tell you though.” He nodded his head as if he was disappointed in failed plans. “Bummer.”

“Yes Lestrange, believe it or not but laws still apply to you” she smirked, rolling his eyes at his dramatic nature. “I guess you’re not as in the loop as you think you are.” Daisy took another draw of her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke. Why was he even following her out there in the first place? They were acquaintances at best and with a close friends of his like Narcissa inside, Daisy had no reason come to why he would possibly be here instead. The art shows were boring, yes, but she thought not even Rodolphus would have noticed her slip away. 

“Thirteen already? They grow up so fast” she sighed and wiped away faux tears. “Maybe so, but you’re not Narcissa Black, there’s the difference.” she shrugged knowing of the attention the youngest Black gets on a daily basis. “Didn’t you hear? The pagan god moved onto redheads a few weeks ago. There was a newsletter and everything” she teased, taking a few steps backwards before turning to start walking again. “Isn’t this embarrassing for you” 

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rodlestrangee :

Rod did not like art. But he liked Narcissa. And he liked avoiding the problems that plagued him back in the Slytherin common room. So hanging out with Narcissa while avoiding his other problems at an art gallery was really a win-win scenario in a less favorable setting. 

He found himself alone in a corner as the night slowly wound down. Knowing he would have to leave soon and go back to his dreaded dorm, Rod was looking for any way out. He noticed Daisy Greengrass, someone who had always been more of an acquaintance or a friend of a friend, despite having run in the same social circles all their lives. He’d talk to her, he resolved- but as he began to approach her, she slid out of the show. 

Interesting. 

He briefly followed her onto the grounds but then stopped. There was sneaking for the sake of sneaking- but then there was sneaking after a girl you hardly knew in the dark. Rod wasn’t that guy. “Hey Greengrass, I believe the toilets were in the other direction.” was how Rod announced his presence to her.  

She thought she was in the clear, she was certain for it until she had heard a voice break the silence from behind her. Daisy stopped in the tracks and turned her head to look over her shoulder at the figure not far in the distance “If I wanted to go to the toilets, I would be there” she mused and pulled her head to face forward again. The blonde placed a cigarette in between her painted lips, bringing a flame to light up, the orange hue from the fire illuminating her face. 

“You know there’s laws against this kind of thing right? The whole following a woman in the dark.” She was finally facing him now, looking straight at his features. “Give’s off some serious serial killer vibes there, Rodolphus” Daisy didn’t know much of the man in front of her. They were acquaintances - if you could even call them that. They ran in the same circles, their parents were friends, they were both part of the sacred twenty eight kids, they were in the same house and yet they barely muttered as much as a hello to each other. 

“Why are you following me anyway? You should be back at the party with Cissa”

[daisy-greengrass]

The exhibitions that the Art Club had were currently the bane of Daisy’s existence. The only reason she had shown up to this one was thanks to the Professor not allowing her to skip another one like she had with all the others. She never understood what the big deal was about her attendance, her artwork, photography and other creative pieces were here and it that was the whole point of the showcase. Her disinterest was apparent and it didn’t seem to be budging no matter who she spoke to or whatever art she was looking at. 

Daisy now wandered around the room to pass the time, her eyes scanning each of the pieces while she sipped away at the drink in her hand. She examined the works by her dear friends Narcissa, her artwork just as stunning as one would expect it to be - maybe more. Her interest soon faded and she moved around the room again with a sigh, taking a mental note of wherever the Professor was and where the nearest escape was situated. With every opportunity, Daisy edged closer and closer to the door; the only things giving her away was the occasional click of a high heel on the floor and the colour of her dress being a light in the middle of a sea of black and grey clothing. 

In a now or never moment, Daisy pulled her hair from her shoulders to one side and glided straight for the door when it had finally opened with a new wave of students coming to inspect the work. She was certain she had gone unnoticed when she slipped out and immediately made a beeline to head outside. She strolled down the empty corridors, wary of what ones to avoid thanks to prefects and professors, and soon found herself on the castle grounds in no time. 

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“Ah, I wish.” Zabini was sitting on the stairs of entrance of the castle, staring at the big dark lake before continuing his distracted speech “I wish I could leave this place and just be free from all responsibilities.”

[daisy-greengrass]

“Don’t we all” Daisy sighed as she approached the stairs with a cigarette in hand “What’s got you all wishful thinking?” she asked, taking a seat on the concrete next to him. 

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osten-tremlett :

“But the majority of them are Daisy, you of all people should know this. How many times have we dealt with people only wanting to be around us because we’re purebloods or for material gain? Too many if you ask me” There were times Östen honestly marvelled at how his cousin was able to have people surround her and not to be on red alert around them. Daisy was different from his other family members; a heart of gold residing in a media warzone. “I’m not poking fun” he held out his hands in defence and a laugh of his own followed to join his cousins laugher “I don’t know what you’re seeing but there are no groupies around me. If you haven’t noticed already, I’m a bit of a hermit.” he smiled, wrinkling his nose at her pinching his cheek. “The one I’m working on is almost done. Come to think of it, I probably do, but I’ve not put anything in motion for that to be a reality” 

“So you’re going to write everyone else off because of a few assholes? I hate that they’ve ruined your trust in people. It’s not fair” she frowned in disapproval at the whole ordeal. “You better not be, you know how seriously I take my shoes. That would be like me poking fun at your music - though I would never dream of it” she acknowledged and the smile quickly returning to her face. “Are you serious? You don’t see them, do you? You do realise that when ‘ye olde hermit’ makes an appearance that a lot of people notice that. The girls giggle and whisper. I’ve seen some of them do the classic doodle on the paper with the surname material.” Daisy chimed in with another laugh. It was all true. Everyone from different years fawning over him, but by far her favourite thing about it all was whenever someone first lay their eyes on him, the shock realisation of it all has got to be one of the greatest things about it to witness. “Why not? I thought you would have one done and dusted by now” 

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ivyrosewood :

“That’s fine, thank you Daisy. Did you manage it well? It’s understandable. How are things?”

“It was manageable. I was struggling to wrap it up because i felt like i had mentioned everything there needed to be mentioned but I got there in the end. Things are going well, thank you. How are thing with you Professor?” 

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osten-tremlett :

“I know that. However, I plan to stay hiding away with cigarettes and instruments until it’s no longer possible. If I’m forced to network with people it will be through those drab events we go to” Östen was never a man that enjoyed people and nine times out of ten he only tolerated them because they were friends of Daisy’s. Growing up with her it became extremely apparent that he would favour Daisy over everyone else and despite their differences the two have been inseparable their whole lives. “When are you ever not” he smiled “You’ve got the world at those high heeled feet of yours” he pointed out, nodding at her shoes. “Serenading? Who have i got to serenade?” he laughed “The music is going pretty good, I’m still tweaking away at a few pieces” he sighed and sat down next to her. 

“It’s no longer possible now. Not everyone is like the others were, give people a little credit...have a little faith.” Daisy sighed, trying to reason with him. She knew he wasn’t a people person but seeing him so isolated and closed off from the world hardly seemed fair on her cousin. He was good, he was brilliant and people took advantage of his naive nature years ago so much that he’s never been able to forgive - she hated that they did that to him. What a cruel and ugly thing to do to a human. “Don’t poke fun at my high heels, they’re pretty!” she laughed and looked down at her shoes. “I don’t know, any one of the groupies that fawn over the famous Tremlett legacy child with musical gifts” Daisy shrugged with a sweet smile and pinched his cheek slightly “When is it going to be finished? I can’t wait to hear it all. You must have enough for an album”

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ivyrosewood :

“Sorry, I don’t mean to rush you but I’ve got some kids coming in for a tutoring session and I’d like to jump straight into that. What can I do for you?” 

“I just came to stop by and drop off that assignment you gave. I know I was cutting it close to the deadline but with everything that has happened over the past few days...”

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[melonball]

‘every make INCREDIBLY rash decisions like dye your blonde and then like not recognise yourself in the mirror? because yeah, same. me too. or maybe that’s just me. am i making sense?’

[daisy-greengrass]

“Look at you all blonde. Turns out spontaneity can produce decent results for you.”

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osten-tremlett :

Östen had started to stroll down the corridor with Daisy by his side. When he had reached the main door, he held it open for the other to walk through. “I’m fine, nothing to rave about and nothing to complain about. You know me, I’m not one for people; don’t worry about me” he sighed and offered a smile to sooth his cousins worries. He was aware how different they were. The stunning social butterfly and the reclusive bat in the shadows. “Enough about me, how are you doing?” he asked and plucked his cigarettes from his pocket, handing one over and placing his own between his teeth. 

“I know you’re not a people person but you have to socialise at some point Östen. Hiding away with your cigarettes and instruments won’t help your networking skills” she sighed and smiled warmly at his attempt to calm her mind. It was safe to say that Östen was Daisy’s favourite relative no matter how different they were. She loved their differences. “Other than my worries of yourself, I’m doing well, thank you for asking.” Daisy smiled when he handed her a cigarette and joined her cousin in lighting up the smoke and taking a draw. “How’s the music going. Still serenading?” she asked, taking the opportunity to sit on the steps.

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osten-tremlett:

“I’ve been around, and you?” he grinned, ignoring the entourage of people that were with her. Östen often wondered how his cousin could tolerate all the people. It made sense for them to want to be around her, she was everything people wanted and wanted to be, but he failed to see what others offered her. “The cheering motivates them. Their win is your win” he shrugged and held his arm out for her to take. “Smoke?”

“How very cryptic” she joked with a laugh. She could hear her friends behind her in conversation with each other or trying to bring her back into their chat to pull her away from Östen “Then call me a cheerleader” she smiled and linked her arm with his “Sure! Lead the way” Daisy hadn’t even bothered to tell the group that she was leaving with her cousin, she knew they had heard the whole conversation and family always took priority in her eyes, even if it was just for a cigarette. “So how are you? I worry when I don’t see you around for longer than usual”