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❝ --&& she have the w h o l e world raging under her skin. she A L W A Y S been a girl armed for WAR . // ❞ *** Daphne Jessamine Greengrass XVII . Slytherin

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dracomalfcy:

It had been  a couple of days since the tragic death of Peverell Parkinson. Pansy was the picture of a grieving daughter and just seemed to be angry with everyone, something that suited her just fine. But behind closed doors, closed dormitory doors to be precise, the story was a different one. Draco was waiting for her to get angry with him, but as days passed that started to seem useless. Maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe this would be fine. It looked like it, at least.  He promised Pansy he could be there. He told Marcus he wouldn’t get to be there earlier that day and had told Daphne long before it happened that she should go back to the Great Hall. He did not want an audience. Pansy, however, requested to be there. And could he have said no, realistically? No, he couldn’t have, and it was fine as it was. It happened. There was no going back.  Daphne asked to meet him at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. Time and place, a parallel to the first time they discussed Lover of the Light business, alongside that Draco knew Daphne meant that he had an idea of what was coming. He wasn’t in the mood to meet her there, but he did it anyway. Why? Probably so he could tell her it was none of her business if she was going to say what he thought she was going to say. He wanted her to prove him wrong, though, another reason why he showed up.  “Let’s make this quick,” he suggested as he walked towards her and stood still to lean against the railing of the Tower. Arms folded, he looked at her expectantly. “Well? What did you want to talk about?”

            Daphne fidget against her seat, clearly showing her discomfort, mainly about the change in Draco’s demeanor after the Memorial Event. She was meant to ask him about their next move, but she had to refrain herself from overwhelmed him with questions, moreover after his demand to skip the courtesy and straight to the things she want to talk about.

           “--It’s about Pansy.”

           She was feeling lost, regarding who to talk to about her friend, nor to act in front of her. Foremost, she was never the greatest person to come after when it came to dealing with griefs. But, she knew she can’t let Pansy get through all of this on her own.

           “--I was worried about her.”

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Hello! I’m soooo sorry for being M.I.A! I’ve been feeling under the weather lately and dealing with unexpected papers and midterms are not helping at all. I will try to get back to replying tomorrow!

In the mean time, please like this post for a starter from Daphne. I’ll go to your IMs to working on plots :))

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the gods are not dead. when men speak to me like i can’t read, i feel athena awaken somewhere in my bone structure. her mouth spits words i had forgotten i memorized, facts from the deep pockets of libraries. she revels in the way they stutter at the quickness of my tongue, whispers, here’s what it feels to be above the cities. i know demeter for the way i feel in dirt, i catch sunlight in my palms and beg people to be disgusted at girl unhaunted by pretty, my hair a mess and my legs hairy and my body thick. i’ve kissed aphrodite, i’ve met her not in lust only but in the girl who listens like she is tied to your soul. she comes out and we go dancing, unashamed of our sexuality. i have even been her, once or twice, on rare moons where the stars aligned. i know the rage of artemis. i hunt those who hurt my sisters, i slay demons, i run in night with red lips. and i am persephone, always, goddess of the spring, goddess of the pomegranate, of wanting, of riding her own horse to hades, of being two queens. when men take power from me, i hear her whispering. take it back, she says, tongue sweet, ambrosia in the blood stream, take back your city.

the gods are not dead. they live in women. they live in me.

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albypctter:

at the suggestion he was given, albus had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. though, it was a solid suggestion. why he hadn’t done it? he didn’t know. maybe he had just been so focused on separating himself from the rest of the population on the school grounds that the thought of a locking spell didn’t even click in his own mind. “good suggestion. i’ll have to use one next time.”

finally, he tore his eyes from the pages in his book to get a glance at the person who spoke to him. he didn’t know her. he’d never seen her before either. or maybe he had, but her face didn’t stick in his mind. after all, he did his absolute best—especially these days—to avoid everyone. who was she and what year was she from? he could just ask her. but he, himself, hated being asked that question. it had grown tiresome saying the same thing over and over again. albus decided against it. there was a chance he would find out later on, eventually.

realizing she spoke of leaving and searching for another place, he raised an eyebrow. that sounded exactly like something he would do. in fact, it was something he was doing right at that moment. “who are you trying to hide from so badly?” he asked curiously.

    “--Glad I can help.”

    Daphne nodded. She meant for retorting those words in a more sarcastic and cold way. Strangely enough, she couldn’t bring herself to. It didn’t take long before her own curiosity prickling at the edge of her mind. When his face finally came to her view, only to convince her that he did look familiar. She let out a sigh, His question, somewhat a relief for her.

    “--Just a group of strangers. I don’t think I can.. face them now.”

    She shrugged absently, before turned around and facing the door instead of looking at him. She wasn’t even expect him to actually hold an interest in things that lead her to this very room in the first place, despite the nonchalant act he had pulled earlier. So, she was opting to give the answer as clear as she can possibly muster. She let out a sigh before turned on her back leaning against the door, carefully looking back at him.

    “--Am I hold the privilege to ask the same question to you?”

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@dracomalfcy

Earlier that day during their Transfiguration class, Daphne had asked Draco to go to their usual meeting point at the Astronomy Tower after dinner. She hadn’t got the chance to talk to him about what happened a few days back. She had been with Pansy most of those days, keep her accompany for almost the entire day whenever she’s not doing her research or studying for her N.E.W.T.s.

Their plan seems to work, smoothly even. It’s Pansy and her, who lure their target ( without anyone’s suspicions ) tragically to his spot and leave Draco to finish the rest. But, that doesn’t seem to soothe her nerves about the things she knew was waiting for Peverell Parkinson back in that very room. What bothers her the most was Pansy was in there with them, Daphne on the other hand whisked herself out from the scene, going back to the rest of the students in the Great Hall. 

A swing from the door startled her ( yet again ), as she turned around to meet the pair of eyes that belongs to Draco, looking at her.

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on his way to the library, albus had decided to change his course of direction and ended up landing himself in an empty classroom. he could have gone to the library, but being in the library meant there was a possibility to engage in conversation with someone he knew. or someone he didn’t know, but still wanted to talk to him. after all, he is a child of the chosen one. or, he was.

despite the numerous amount of chairs in the empty classroom, albus found himself sitting cross-legged on top of one of the desks. a book was placed in the space between his legs, easy for him to turn the pages. in truth, he wasn’t exactly reading. his eyes were looking at the words, but his brain wasn’t taking in any new knowledge. he just needed an excuse—a sorry one, considering he wasn’t sucking any of it up—to have his nose stuck in between pages, not having to make eye contact with anyone. eye contact meant possible interactions. even if he was alone, this was his usual excuse when he was around others.

he heard the creak of the classroom door opening. damn it, he thought to himself. albus exhaled—an obvious sigh—as he turned a page in his book, not looking up to see who was now in the room with him. “you know when the door of a room is closed, it usually means do not disturb.” he gestured with his hand, punctuating the last three words of his comment.

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       The Memorial Week seems to pass rather quickly. She had started to feel jaded by balancing in between her research for Dominic and studying for her N.E.W.T.s, she definitely needs some time of her own. However, her pursuit for an empty spot to crash herself in for the next few hours seems like a handful task nowadays.

      Daphne murmured the distant apology, after she was bumping into a group of stranger in the corridor, without even looking at them in the eye, instead get herself into a classroom just around the corner. She was hot on her heels, quickly to shut the door. Her eyes fluttered close and leaned her head against the door, as she take a deep breath. She wasn’t even sure, why she had acted that way. But, she had been avoiding for anyone she hadn’t met before. Maybe, she had grown tired of introducing herself over and over again.

      A voice snapped her out from her reverie. Frown marred through her features, as she turned around. Her eyes soon meeting another stranger right across the room, with the hint of green tie peeking from his robe.

      “--If you really are that desperate to be alone, I suggest to consider a locking spell. But, don’t worry. It won’t be long before I leave and search for another place.”

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dracomalfcy:

  “You’re absolutely right. This is such a great celebration; I’m having a wonderful time.”    The fact was that no one could so sarcasm like him. When people didn’t know him they sometimes had to ask whether or not he was actually serious, something usually met with a roll of his eyes and a what do you think? Maybe they should be a little less bitter; in just a couple of hours everyone would be in shock, themselves included, and everything would have gone to hell for the Ministry of Magic. That was what you got when you didn’t take your people seriously.      “Now that you’re here -” he said, taking a slow sip from his coffee, “Do you want to talk about the giant metaphorical elephant in the room which is your sister marrying me in another timeline? Or do you just want to ignore it because it doesn’t matter anyway?”      Astoria and him shared the love for the concept of logic; Harry was dead, so these kids from the future didn’t come from their future. As easy as that. Sure, he got along just fine with little Greengrass, but that didn’t mean he suddenly felt the need to father her children. Child, technically. He didn’t want children anyway. 

      “--Now that’s the spirit.”

      Daphne shrugged and broke into a short lived grin, before it was replaced by another frown. Her fingers tugged on Roxas’s wrist, as she let out a quiet sigh. She needs to take her mind off somewhere else, as though she hadn’t stopped thinking about their plans for the day. Although, Draco’s question seems to work well on distracts her from her thoughts.

      It did come to her about the arrival of his ( and her sister’s ) dear son from the future. He was there in their common room, but she hasn’t had the opportunity to meet him nor share any conversation before. What surprise her the most was how Draco had ended up with her sister. Her first guess? Betrothal. She was more than aware how keen their parents can be when it came to their arrangements.

      “--Let’s say that your future is valid and you ended up marrying my sister, do you think Potter’s death will change everything?”

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@greengrvss a closed starter.

This brunch was stupid and pointless. It was also mandatory. He was not going to sit with anyone he didn’t know or with anyone he disliked, so that left him with just about eight different people he could sit with, which was in fact a shockingly high number. As he walked into the Great Hall ( late; of course he was late ) he spotted Daphne immediately. Despite of that he went to grab coffee first and headed back to sit with her afterwards. Hands wrapped around said coffee, he took a long sip first and shot a look around them before he said anything. “This is so dumb. We’re celebrating - What? That we lost the war? That everybody got to tell us we were wrong?” He rolled his eyes and made an annoyed noise before he took another long sip of his coffee. “This is why I love undermining authority when they’re wrong: when they’re wrong, everyone should see it.” And with that he leaned back against his chair, a grin just visible as he raised his cup of coffee again. “Or are you having fun, Daph?” he asked mockingly. 

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             An exasperated sigh falling from her lips. The brunch was quite an eventful affair, for some people. The Ministry Officials, along with the notable school boards were actively engaged on the brunch, mingle with the crowds. Her fingers reach for Roxas’ arm after they were seated on the far right corner of the room. As if none of it seems to take her interest, Daphne was seen playing with her food, when Draco finally decides to show up.

            “--If you mean by having fun was forced to put up with these bullocks and had listened to the excruciatingly boring yet painfully long welcoming speech by the headmistress, then you were right. Can’t you see how deliriously happy I am?”

            Daphne countered with a mild scoff, barely feeling the need to hinder the subtle sarcasm that was dripping within her words.

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shamelessly repost my old intro but..

:: HEY!

It’s still me, Aria and I will be playing Daphne, the eldest Greengrass. Here are some facts about her..

I hear people mistake [DAPHNE GREENGRASS] for [WILLA FITZGERALD] often. [SHE] is [NINETEEN in 5 days] and is from [TRIO ERA] where they were sorted into [SLYTHERIN]. They are described as [DYNAMIC], [POISED] and [VERSATILE], but also as [SARCASTIC], [SELFISH] and [VENGEFUL] so that may be why they support [THE LOVER OF THE LIGHT].

Daphne Jessamine Greengrass, was the first born of Mr. & Mrs. Greengrass. Whilst another family expected their first born has to be a boy who they expect to bring the family name and such, it’s different with the couple. They sort of planned for having a daughter first, then whatever comes after. They want to shape their first born as a strong and independent young woman, who can take the lead and having a strong influence to where she stood her foot on.

Astoria’s birth isn’t something that she can remember nor understand ( because she’s still fairly young during that time ). But, a fragment of vague memories of their parents bringing home a little baby did flashed through her mind. Her mother once mentioned that she was jumping in joy, thinking that their parents brought her a new doll to play with.

Blood is definitely thicker than water. Growing up with her only sister, they’ve become inseparable and formed a strong bond between the two of them. While Daphne always acts as the decision maker, she won’t make up her mind without consulting with her sister, who she believes sometimes were rather ‘rational’ with her own way of thinking.

Her parents were strict when it came to nurture their daughter. Prim and proper, the little girls did know when or how to act poised and polite. When she was young, Daphne considers herself as an ‘outsider’. From the start, the image of the shy little girl who talked less than anyone and tend to closeted herself from everyone else but her family latched to her side.

Pansy Parkinson is her first friend ( ever ). The other girl came to her first during their early childhood ( such as tea time and galas ), they share a sneer about the other boy across from them, then they were inseparable until now. Along came with Pansy is a silver haired boy with another the dark skinned and tall young boys. When she first entered this whole ‘future Slytherin gang’ ( thus allowing them to get into her inner circle ) , she feels “clicked” and finally found another source of comfort.

Theodore Nott is the first who was able to crack her shell. It was Theo, who always seem to challenged her, motivate her confidence and turned her into someone new ( someone that she never thought she can be ).

The war had consumed her. She was tired of feeling scared and helpless. The change on her friends ( Draco ) is not something that she can let go easily. When the whispering gets wild about the mark that branded on his arm, she began to suspect something bigger behind the war itself. Thirst of power, she had been drawn to the winning side, in this case with the Dark Lord himself.

She was surprised when the news about Voldemort’s death hit her. All of a sudden, she was feeling lost and wronged by someone who she was believed in. A lover of the Dark, sounds appealing and familiar, she was more than committed to finding out more about this.

I will work on the wanted connections and plots page soon and I’ll keep you updated :)

In the meantime, please hmu if you got anything you want to work with Daphne. Anything. I will be here :) Have a great day/night! :))

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Who are you and what have you done with Emma Duval?

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Emma Duval + Dimples

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