The Palladium Reunion
Stepping through the Floo into the Nott Manor, Daphne shook the soot from her hair and patted at her red shirtdress with a sigh before looking around the all too familar parlour.
As was customary, a house elf strode through the doors to the room, sporting a happy grin as she hurried to greet the newcomer at her arrival. “Good afternoon, Miss Daphne,” she bowed her head, clutching the periwinkle-coloured pillowcase she was wearing.
“Good afternoon, Cupcake,” Daphne greeted her, with a nod of acknowledgement, as she navigated her way to the kitchen. “Where is Theo?”
“Young master is in his bedroom. Should Cupcake bring him to you, Miss?”
“Yes, please.”
As the tiny elf scurried away, Daphne fluttered about in the kitchen gracefully, picking up different pots and pans and grabbing different ingredients from the cabinets. Everything piled together on the counter to the left of the unlit stove, looking like a chaotic mess — and yet, there was some order to her actions as she silently moved through her anxieties.
As the aroma of the meal began to fill the kitchen, Daphne felt her tension ebb gradually. Her mood had been deplorable ever since her mother had reminded her of her ultimatum, and it had reached to a point where she could not stand remaining within the confines of her own manor. Her mother's incessant nagging Daphne could handle, but navigating through a list of pretentious suitors?
Daphne Elizabeth Greengrass would much rather pry out her own ribs than parade around like a livestock for sale, thank you very much.
Fortunately, she had a little escapade planned from the hellhole the moment Blaise had owled her to inform his return from Italy. She could not wait to see her friends.
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