#c:daphne

[petalsinmoonlight]

Closed Starter for Daphne - @superswonder​

"Aren't you just the picture of despair… Daphne, isn't it? We were paired up for the scavenger hunt." Valor's voice echoed through the dimly lit room as she approached him. His eyes were dark, and a malevolent smile crept across his lips. He leaned back in his seat. "By the look on your face," he continued, "I'm assuming my hermana told you all about who I am. Well… who she thinks I am anyway." He shrugged nonchalantly, as if dismissing the idea.

[dayanitas]

She’s Closed Starter for @daphneseong​ Location: The Ballroom, Ravensmoor Manor Timestamp: March 25th, 8:15pm

Daya has been here for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes, and three glasses of wine. She isn’t normally a big drinker, but the only alternative she can think of is dancing, and she is far too self-conscious to do that. Already, she is regretting coming, regretting her choice of gown, and wants to disappear in the background. 

A part of her is glad to note that there are very few in attendance that she knows to witness her humiliation, but that feeling quickly disappears when she sees Daphne. It is not often that Daya makes a friend these days, but the curator is well on her way to being just that. She’s glad to see her, and grateful that she no longer has to stand there alone. 

“You look beautiful,” she appraises her admiringly, no hint of a lie in her words. Daphne does look beautiful, her outfit perfectly complimenting all her best features. “Radiant, even. An inspired choice.” She didn’t think she was that drunk yet, but she’s a lot looser, at the very least. “Wasn’t the journey here boring?”

[cfnorthernlights]

@daphneporter​

Aurora loved Daphne. She did, even now after their break up. But that scared her to pieces. Like standing on the edge of a cliff and being asked to jump, trusting that the other person would catch you. That she wouldn’t see her flaws and just let her fall. So Rory took the coward’s route. She pulled away, ran away. Hurt Daphne in the process. And that hurt more than she’d ever admit.

So, if she’d been avoiding her ex since it happened, she reasoned it was because Daphne would not want to see her. Daphne would be happier with someone else, as much as that killed Rory. But their world was small, and she couldn’t avoid Daphne forever. It had to happen sooner or later. Aurora just hadn’t expected to be at work when the bandaid was ripped off.

“Daphne. Hi.” There was a moment’s pause--brain clicking back into gear--before Aurora shook her head and actually remembered where she was. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Appointment?”

[camillegladstone]

When 5th of December, 1979 Where: Gryffindor common room, Camille’s birthday party Who: @daphnedavenport​

“I know it’s kinda chaotic in here right now, but I promise this is not what the Gryffindor common room looks like on a daily basis,” she told Daphne as she spotted her at the party, looking as beautiful and put-together as ever. It wasn’t entirely true, but the chaos did to take a different shape than the stains of paint all around the floor, furniture and even more so on people’s white shirts, arms and hands, Camille’s included. “Thank God we have magic to clean this all up at the end, huh?”

[frankiepres]

It hadn’t been long after Marlon left, and he had gotten a long lecture from Stoney, that he was discharged from Stoney’s clinic. He still looked slightly pale, and didn’t feel the best, but he was alive. That was all that mattered. As he had promised himself, he doesn’t make the faithful trek back to Marlon’s apartment to get whatever it was he had happened to leave there. Instead, he heads to his workplace, hoping to catch Daphne before the evening started. 

He walks into the bakery, ignoring any glances from the last breath of customers they would have in this business for the meeting. Instead he heads back toward the office. 

“Daphne. Ya in here?” he calls. 

[prettyboyapollo]

“DAPHNE! Look at you, you’re glowing!” Apollo practically yelled in the already busy street. “How are you? How’s life? It’s been ages! I figured it was high time we caught up, had a little chit-chat, the whole enchilada!” 

@jeepersdaphneblake​

[weapxnisedgirl]

Klara had never been a heavy sleeper, but she was good at falling asleep in places that weren’t a soft bed. For example, the couch in Lorna’s office where she’d been doing homework, with Lorna out for lunch. But the sound of the door opening was enough to wake her, making her sit up immediately, expecting an intruder or attacker as her first instinct.

[camillegladstone]

When: 11 September 1979, morning                         Where: Hogwarts cloister Who: @daphnedavenport​

Camille had seen a note in one of Hogwarts’ message boards from a girl named Daphne, willing to donate some of her old Global History of Magic and Mermish I material. She thought that anything would help, frankly, specially coming free of charge - the first two weeks of classes had passed by and Camille already felt that she was behind on a few topics. The academics were never her forte, but she chose not to dwell on it much - she’d get by. More likely so with free extra material.

As per the note, the large tree in the Hogwarts cloisters was the designated place to meet Daphne - a name that seemed more or less familiar, but which she couldn’t quite place. At the designated time, an elegantly-dressed, dark-haired witch waited for her. And Camille recognized her, too, as a peer from Cambridge. Her shoulders tensed up, slightly, in anticipation of the scornful attitude she’d learnt to expect from the Cambridge folk. Just by looking at her, she knew Daphne checked all the boxes - beautiful, elegant, flawless posture and pose. Everything she wasn’t.

“Daphne, right?” Camille greeted her with a slightly unconfortable grin, noting how each strand of her hair seemed to fall exactly where it was supposed to fall. She did not mention Cambridge. “I read your note about the Social Sciences material.” She gestured vagely towards the castle. “It’s super groovy that you thought of donating it. It’ll help a bunch!”