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Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe

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felipe-marquez:

Daphne was getting more irritated by the second, which was the total opposite reaction that Felipe was hoping for. He still wasn’t surprised, but he was definitely disappointed. Talking to her was difficult, but he still appreciated the fact that they were having a conversation at all. He’d half expected her not to even answer him when he’d sat down here, and so this was a start. Not a great start, but a start all the same. “I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I know that betrothals like this are… often unfair, particularly to the woman. I apologize for misunderstanding your feelings, as well–that was not my intention. I shouldn’t have assumed. I would like for you to know, though, that I do not see you as only good for marrying and birthing the next generation. I would like to have a family with my wife, yes, but you are your own person. You are intelligent and capable and I appreciate that about you very much. I imagine that those words don’t mean much to you, but I wanted you to know regardless. I am aware that many people in our society feel that way about women, but I am not one of them.”

“I understand that you are being sarcastic, Daphne, but I actually greatly appreciate this insight.” Felipe wasn’t kidding–as far as getting to know her, he couldn’t really ask for anything more than her honesty. It was refreshing to know that she wasn’t hiding things from him, that she was letting him know exactly how she felt about this situation. After all, if they were to be married, he wanted her to be able to tell him exactly what was on her mind. “I want you to use your skills and your intelligence to the fullest. No wife of mine–whether that wife ends up being you or not–will be considered a second class citizen if I have anything to say about it. I believe that a marriage is a partnership between equals, not a dictatorship.”

The hard part of it all was that a part of her wanted to believe his words. He looked too bloody earnest to be deceiving her. But none of it made a difference for her. In a years time, she would be come his wife--and then that would be all anyone cared about. “No one is going to care how intelligent and capable I am when we’re married. Especially so soon after we graduate.” Daphne closed her eyes briefly, looking off to the side of the table, hoping to avoid his gaze.

“I had so many plans.” Her voice came out thready, cracking by the end of it. “Graduate and escape to asia to get my duelling mastery. Fight some competitions and thne get another mastery in runes.” She paused, blinking back tears that wanted to fall. It was a hard burden to bare seeing her dreams die before her eyes, “I was forge my own destiny and grab fate by its throat. Maybe get married after my reputation had been well established. But I can’t have that anymore...because my name is always...always going to have the rhetoric of just another poor pureblood girl married like cattle.” Daphne cleared her throat before gaining her composure. “I’m sure you mean well, Felipe...and I’m sure you mean every word you’re saying. I truly believe that. But words mean nothing.”

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Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe

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felipe-marquez:

Felipe knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, he was pretty sure that he’d have to try this more than once–having a conversation with Daphne, who was so resistant to his very presence, was going to take a few attempts, more than likely. Still, he was glad that he was here and trying this. Just being around her was a privilege. Hopefully the privilege of having a civil conversation with her would come, too.

“I have no intention of stripping away your freedom,” he said, although he knew that she wouldn’t see things that way. “But I do understand what you’re saying. You mean the freedom to marry whoever you choose. I do view this as an opportunity, but perhaps not for the reasons that you think.” Felipe shifted in his seat, not used to having to prove himself to anyone but his father. The stakes here were so much higher. “I know that perhaps I was not your first choice in a husband–in fact, I may not be someone that you would choose at all. I understand that. I also understand that this marriage was set up by our parents. I would like to get to know you, though, if you decide that you’re willing.”

Daphne barely withhold the snort that ached to escape. The other boy was woefully ignorant if he didn’t truly understand the reason for her ire. While the freedom to choose her own partner was a factor in her anger and frustrations---it wasn’t the main one. For Felipe to bottle her feels into nothing more then whimsy infuriated her, and she found herself glaring at his smug, smarmy face. “No--you clearly don’t understand.” She hissed, emotions finally seeping through her facade as she tore into him, “You have the privilge of being born with external sexual organs and to most people--that is the only fact that matters in terms of status and rank within our society.” It had been a horrible realization when she was six and was told of her future...a heart broken girl whose dreams of grandieur stauched like a bug from her mother. “It’s not just about having the freedom to choose my own partner. It’s about the entire system thinking that the only good use of a female pureblood heir is to marr and birth the next generation.”

“That’s not going to be me.” She stated sharply, glaring at him to get her point across. “I’ve spent too much time and effort harnessing my skills to let them go to waste simply because my parents decided I was a second class citizen, and I refuse to take that from you.” Daphne took a break in, shaking her head slightly, before stating sarcastically, “How’s that, for getting to know me?”

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sisterly schemes || astoria & daphne

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littlegreengrxss:

“No, you’re not.” Astoria replied softly, her bright green eyes trying to meet Daphne’s but seemed to have failed so when her sister’s voice came out weak. Not that she thought her sister took her for a fool, but she really wasn’t and can read Daphne like the back of her hand. She didn’t live with her for seventeen years to not know that her own sister was trying to bottle up all her emotions. It’s all she mostly did when she felt angry or frustrated, and when that cap does come off – there was no turning back. “I am always worried about you. It can’t be helped, really.”

Astoria took a sip from her mug of hot cocoa as Daphne blatantly explained their parents’ decision. She couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly to it. Even her father, who she loved so dearly – well, she couldn’t look at him without frowning. He may have given his approval of Draco, but that did not make up for what he and her mum did to Daphne. Sniffing due to her flu, Astoria set her mug down on her lap carefully before trying to meet her sister’s gaze again. “I know this was difficult for you, okay? It was for me, too. After they’ve promised not to…” She pursed her lips before sighing tiredly. “What can I do to help you, Daph? Do you want me to hex Felipe? Smack his pretty face with a piece of pie? You know I’d do anything for you.”

Daphne shook her head, smiling wrily, “I suppose we have that in common.” She murmured, flicking her wrist and casting a diagnosis charm, frowning slightly when she saw her sisters temperature. Everytime the other girl got sick Daphne grew more concerned about her sister, if she wasn’t able to find a cure--well, that was not something Daphne wanted to think about at the moment. 

“As much as hexing him would bring me a bit of relief. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s my fiance.” The words left a sour taste in her mouth, still detesting the very thought of being attached to someone without her will. “No...there is nothing you can do to change things, ‘Tori.” She smiled sadly, “I’m just happy that you don’t share the same fate.”

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Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe

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felipe-marquez:

Part of him had expected this coldness–it wasn’t unlike Daphne, anyway, and he knew that there was a fairly good chance that the announcement of her engagement hadn’t been a happy one. Still, it hurt just a little that she seemed to have so much disdain toward him. Her tone was different than the way she usually spoke to people, and he frowned just a bit. Felipe had honestly hoped that she’d be at least indifferent toward him, but it didn’t look like that was going to be the case. She was genuinely unhappy that she was engaged to him, but he was determined to do all he could to make this as easy as possible for her.

Felipe took a deep breath. “That’s exactly what I’d like to talk about,” he said carefully. “Our engagement. I know that perhaps the news came as a shock to you, but I hope to be someone that you can talk to about these types of things. About anything, really. And if we are to be married, we should be able to at least have a pleasant conversation with one another, don’t you think?”

If Daphne were a lesser being--she may have been tempted to reach over and strangle him for his carte blache attitude. As it stood, she clenchd her fists together beneath the desk and glared at the other boy. Irate that he just didn’t seem to understand why it was a big deal for her. For any girl really that found them in such a position.

“A pleasant conversation is the last thing you deserve from me.” She stated primly, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m positive you view this marriage contract as an oppurtunity for you.” Her voice grew more picked and frigid as she spoke, “But as a Witch, I do not have such a luxury to view the sign of my freedom being stripped away so casually.”

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Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe

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felipe-marquez:

Felipe had been told by his father when he went home for Christmas that his betrothal to Daphne had been finalized. She would be notified over the break, too, and when they both got back to school they’d be engaged. Felipe, for one, was ecstatic–Daphne was pretty much the girl of his dreams for more reasons than he could count. Still, he knew that she might not (and probably wouldn’t) feel the same way about being engaged to him, so he’d spent all his time since the break letting her avoid him. She needed the space to process the announcement, he was sure, and seeing him probably wouldn’t help her get used to the idea.

It had been a little while since they’d been back from holiday, though, and Felipe was dying to see Daphne. Even if she wasn’t happy with the situation, maybe they could at least talk things through. So Felipe had gone looking for her.

Finally, he’d found her sitting in the library, her nose in a book. This was one of the things he appreciated so much about Daphne–she was incredibly intelligent. Of course, she was gorgeous, too, and she didn’t care too much about things that didn’t concern her, like blood purity. She was like a breath of fresh air, like a light at the end of the tunnel. He only hoped that somehow he could convince her that he was worth giving a shot. Felipe slid into the chair across from her just as she looked up to see him sitting there. Oh. She definitely wasn’t happy to see him.

“Good morning, Daphne,” he greeted, managing a small smile. “I was hoping that perhaps we could talk.”

It was a shame really. Felipe really was rather handsome in his own way, and decently intelligent if you ignore his inclination towards blood purity rhetoric that the rest of his family believed in. In another reality Daphne may have considered going after the boy. But as much as she was physically attracted to him, it didn’t compare to the utter loathing she felt when she saw his swarmy face. He was her prison guard, the marriage contract between them were like shackled around her wrist and neck, tightening everyday she got closer to graduation. For the first time in her life she felt helpless---and it was a feeling that Daphne had spent her entire life avoiding.

“And what could we possible talk about, my dear darling fiance?” The words came out mockingly, lacking the typical cool disinterest that had become a staple when people spoke to her.

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sisterly schemes || astoria & daphne

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littlegreengrxss:

Astoria pursed her lips when her sister pretended to act clueless. Believably, it was the last thing she wanted to talk about as well. But she and Daphne hadn’t talked about it since the announcement, and even when she tried knocking on her sister’s door, at times, even, just to ask if she wanted to build a snowman – Daphne would tell her to go away. 

“What happened during Christmas break, Daph.” Astoria started softly, as much as she hated to blatantly put it in such a way. It was certainly troubling seeing her sister this way. She didn’t deserve anything that had happened to her over the break. Not when things were still… a little fresh on the heartache for her with Theo. “The… Felipe situation, as I like to call it. Just that you haven’t quite… talked to me since the whole thing. I’m just worried.”

This was a conversation, Daphne wished not to have. The thought of the entire affair made her sick to her stomach. Being engaged to a boy she barely knew was not something she had wanted for her life. “You don’t need to be worried about me. I’m fine.” Her voice came out bleak--lacking the typically coolness that was always present in her voice. A sign that everyone was indeed not okay for her.

“I’ve just come to the realization that our parents value their name and status more then they value their daughters, is all.” She shrugged, avoiding looking at her sister. If she looked at her sister, Daphne may crack, and falling apart was something best done privately.

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Not Happening| Daphne&Felipe

Daphne would not admit to the fact that she was avoiding a certain pureblooded male. But she would be lying if she claimed elsewise. She was avoiding Felipe and she would continue to avoid him for as long as it took. Talking with the other boy and discussing there...situation, was not something that she desired to do.

So for the last few days since the winter term started, Daphne found herself spending most of her time in the library catching up and research and generally avoiding anyone and everyone. She was avoiding Astoria and her pitying looks, she was avoiding Theodore who seemed to have caught the interest of another blond slytherin. But most of all she was avoiding Felipe...the sight of her frustrations and anger.

Which was why she was so peturbed to look up from her book to find him sitting across from her.

“What?” She stated cooly, looking at him disinterestly.

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maedelle does harry potter things   → daphne greengrass & astoria greengrass

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maedelle does harry potter things   → felipe marquez & daphne greengrass

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Hot Cocoa | Theo & Daphne

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theoxjxnott:

Theo nodded and looked down. This hurt more than it should but he owned her this. He owned her a mending, he neeed to make things right for once in his life. She was different from the good old days, when he was the one carrying her heart, carrying her playful grin and her beautiful eyes. 

He tried to smile and tried to push all those thoughts away. Those days were gone and now they had to rise from the ashes of them. They stepped into the coffee shop. This was Theo’s favorite place and Daphne already knew this. The sat on a small table in the corner and he pulled her chair so she could sit down. Manners. Always important, no matter what.

“So…” He said, trying hard to break the wall between them. “All your family is gathering together for the holidays, am I right?”

She offered him a smile as he pulled the chair out for her, and took a seat, drumming her fingers against her knee in a fit of nerves, vividely remembering the argument that sprung up between them back at the Heroe’s ball. Not wanting this to devolve to that point. But at the same time, not wanting this conversation to stay at the same awkward level that it was.

...And just like that she wondered why she accepted his coffee offer.

The waitress walked over and Daphne politely ordered before turning her attentions back at Theo, “They are, yes--for most of the event. Though--my immediate family will be having a small intimate gathering on Christmas Day. My parents have some news they’d like to share with me so they’re keeping it quiet. What about your family?”

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sisterly schemes || astoria & daphne

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littlegreengrxss:

The last thing the little Greengrass wanted was to start the year off with a flu. But sometimes, fate had a funny way of messing up her little hopes and plans. Like her looming curse, for example. Her constant sickness – ones, at times, that would have sent her to St. Mungo’s. She was only ever grateful that today’s flu wasn’t as bad as being sent to the institutional hospital for witches and wizards. But that’s not what bothered her today as her big sister, Daphne, took care of her on a Sunday afternoon in her dorm room.

No, what bothered her was the look of defeat in Daphne’s eyes. Not just defeat, though. At times, there were flashes of anger, slowly shifting to defeat, then back again. It made Astoria feel awful that although she’s had a pleasant break due to having Draco around and all the other things he’s done for her, that meant to slowly fade away when Daphne’s sudden betrothal came out of nowhere.

“Daph?” Astoria asked as she shifted her body up onto a sitting position on her bed, taking the mug of hot cocoa that her sister had brought up for her from the side table right after. She tapped her fingers against the mug a little distractedly before going on, “Do you wanna talk? Just… you know… talk?”

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Daphne figured that Astoria would fall ill as soon as they were back in the castle. Changing temperatures plus a busy holiday filled with stress and her curse bread a perfect environment for illness to take place. Daphne was just happy that it wasn’t something more serious then a touch of the flu. Nevertheless, Daphne had made it her mission back when her sister had first started getting sick, to always be there to take care of whatever her sister needed when she fell ill.

Today was no exception, though hse found it a bit difficult not to let her mind wander towards the unpleasant situations that have befallen her life. Mostly, the disasterous decision her parents made to auction her off like cattle to the nearest pureblood family. Her troubled thoughts may have echoed on her features as she sat next to her sisters bed.

She was quiet for a long moment, “Talk about what?” She asked, knowing full well what her sister was hinting at but not wanting to speak it outloud.

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heartofgoldandfire:

“Fair enough,” Ginny agreed with a shrug. “I haven’t tried the wine yet, is it any good?” She turned and watched as the other party goers milled and stumbled around, talking and laughter filling the air and mingling with the music. 

“Wine is--an acquired taste. I quite like it, but many other people don’t.” She explained, feeling herself start to settle down a tad bit. She was still extremely furious, but it was becoming tempered down the with alcohol in her sister. “I was actually suprised to find this brew here--it’s brewed in Greece.” She offered, before offering the other girl her bottle, “Want a sip?”

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Hogwarts|| Open

The carriage ride back to Hogwarts was filled with stone cold silence. Daphne had no desire to make polite conversations with anyone--so fuelled with rage she was. She let it simmer beneath the surface of her icy facade--taking route as her mind went over the drastic changes made to her life over the winter break.

The carriage stopped and Daphne quickly made her way up towards her dorms, ignoring the voices of her sister and Blaise as they tried to talk to her. Tried to catch up to her. But she was not in the mood--not since her parents had shared their plan to strip away her agency as if her own thoughts and opinions didn’t matter.

After Christmas Day--she had gone through various emotions. Hurt, sadness, and rage topping the list as the holiday season came to an end.

Daphne ignored the stares and whispers that followed her as she headed towards the Slytherin Common room--surely the rumour of her engagement had made its away along pureblood circles. It was only a matter of time before the Daily Prophet got wind of it.

She was just about to head up to her room when someone in the hallway called her name, causing her to pause. “What?” She asked, void of all emotion as she turned and gave the person a look.

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Dearest Daphne,

Happy Christmas, Daph! You can already tell that the bulky present’s from me to you. I got you this muggle book called THE ART OF WAR. It’s a very interesting piece, and quite inquisitive for you to use not only in your daily life -- but also for your duelling. You’ll find that these Chinese muggles know a thing or two about strategies, strength and weaknesses. Something I thought you might like! Oh, and this duelling book. It was the last one in stock. It’s the most advanced duelling book there is, and you best believe I had to fight it off someone during a run in. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the gifts! Give me a hug if you did! 

All my love, Tori

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Self Para||Breakdown

Daphne gently closed her bedroom door behind her, leaning back against it and breathing out--As if she held the weight of the world in her lungs and this was the only moment of peace she had. Daphne felt herself sliding to the floor, knees pressed to chest as she went over the events that had transpired that day.

It had started off like any other Christmas Day--Daphne had been woken up by a cheerful Astoria like she had been every other year and together they went down to the sitting room where the presents were laid out for them. Astoria had eagerly begun tearing into hers with a delighted laugh--Daphne had followed but in a more subdued fashion.

The rest of the day had unfolded in a familiar but comfortable way. Though, Daphne had noticed that the closer they got to dinner time, the more tense her parents had appeared, but Daphne had thought nothing of it at the time. Knowing that they’d disclose whatever it was that was bugging them in due time..

Oh had she wished they never would have opened their mouths...She wished she NEVER had to go through with this day...

Daphne chuckled bitterly, feeling tears start to fall down her cheeks, but she did nothing to stop them.

Dinner had been served in a timely fashion, the feast prepared by their house elf’s, fit to serve even the pickest of pallets. Once the food was done, Her father cleared his throat and looked at her with a sympathetic look in his eyes..and Daphne felt her heart stop in her chest.

Darling, we’ve signed a betrothal contract..

We’ve signed a betrothal contract.

Betrothal contract

Everything else had been forgotten about as soon as her father echoed those words, and she had found herself staring at her father in stunned disbelief, vaguelly aware of her sisters loud angry protests. Daphne had known of the expectations of a female heir to a pureblood line. She had known them all her life what was expected of her, but she never thought her parents would go this far.

How dare you do this to her! What about my sisters agency? What about giving her a choice?

Oh do be quiet, Astoria! Think of the family! This will open up many oppurtunities for us.

The sudden sound of a chair sliding across the floor stopped the arguing between her sister and mother, and all heads swiveled in her direction as she now stood. It took every bit of control she had to remain passive, “May I be excused?” She asked quiety, before turning away and leaving the room before anyone had the chance to respond.

..Daphne sobbed, the sound echoing in her quiet room, burrowing her face into her knee’s.

Tomorrow she would be strong...tomorrow she’d make plans, and plot the variables and be angry.

..Tonight however? Tonight she wept.

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heartofgoldandfire:

Ginny had been walking towards another room when an angry blonde strode by her, almost knocking her over. Ginny raised an eyebrow and watched as she turned around and she saw it was Daphne Greengrass. 

“I’ve heard wine tastes better when you savor it,” she offered casually, walking up to the other girl. 

Daphne snorted, rolling her eyes before taking another swing from the bottle, “Oh yes, I’m well aware it does. But as I’m not searching to have a casual glass of wine before bed or during dinner--I think I’m okay.” Her voice was like ice--not that she was angry at the redhead. No. She had much more pressing things to be furious about instead of a semi joking comment.