in vino veritas | daphne + draco
After she'd gotten Blaise to his place, Daphne had gone home and taken a bath. A long, luxurious bath with perfumed bubbly foam scented with eucalyptus and mint - they were known to relieve stress and with the Zabini heir's latest misadventures the brunette was in dire need of the relief. All those damned letters to the editor weren't written frivolously - the Greengrass girl genuinely believed her words. Werewolves were threats to society; and now it seemed she'd lost her friend to the sickness.
Once the fleshy pads of her fingers had turned wrinkly - nothing proper moisturizing lotion wouldn't fix - the pureblood stepped out of the bath, calling out for her elf and ordering the creature to clean the tub and floor. Her hair was still damp, so while waiting for her tresses to dry, Daphne wore her favorite soft, cotton nightie and situated herself at her desk to pen a note to the only person she trusted with Blaise's rather delicate situation. Then, after brushing her locks and braiding them, she settled herself into her large four poster bed and turned out the lights. The letter would be sent in the morning (though she was mildly annoyed that the turmoil Zabini had caused wasn't allowing her to fall asleep as quickly as she normally did.
When she woke, rolling her shoulders in frustration because it had been a fitful sleep, Daphne knew exactly what to do next. Her motions were mechanic: Send Theo the letter. Inform Pere of the plan to host a party on the Summer Solstice. Slip in a comment about picking up wines from Italy. Sigh and agree to take an appropriate companion to ensure the safety of her pure blood. Dress in a summery, loose fitting dress, those shades she liked so much and a summer hat. And finally apparate the brief distance to Malfoy Manor, trendy purse on her shoulder, and knock on the door.
"I'm here to see Draco Malfoy," Daphne said, blinking as she realized an elf had opened the door. "I'd like him to accompany me to an Italian Winery."
