"Well, then. Looks like you’re an even bigger asshole than I remember."
"I'm not an asshole. Just not interested."

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"Well, then. Looks like you’re an even bigger asshole than I remember."
"I'm not an asshole. Just not interested."
Vanishing Act | Daphne & Theodore
"Leaving doesn’t make me weak!” She replied at once, as if he had done her a great injustice. The affection she had felt for him, while still there, was mixed with irritation at his condescending tone. “It makes me strong enough to know what’s best for me, and given the circumstances, this was the best solution.”
Daphne shook her head, frustrating working itself through her fingers, which remained knotting together and folded in her lap. “You didn’t come here looking for me, I presume? And I’m not in the mood to go someplace intimate, so what’s the point of us speaking?” She retorted, her voice calm, and a hidden interest causing her heart to beat fast.
Theodore found himself surprised that he cared about whether she was okay, and for a moment he worried that she had left because of something that oaf McLaggen had done. What terrified him were the thoughts of what he would do to the oaf if he had hurt Daphne. He shook his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts before focusing once more on the women in front of him. "McLaggen must have noticed your absence, come up with a good excuse?"
Her words caused him to be silent for a moment, his finger running over the rim of his coffee cup before glancing up at her. "Maybe I did come looking for you. You aren't very good at hiding darling, especially not surrounded by muggles."
"Does it look like I'm remotely interested in what you are saying?"
"Who’s up for a drink?"
"What is it with everyone's sudden need to be drunk, always."
Vanishing Act | Daphne & Theodore
"I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought." Daphne said coolly, her eyes hardening as she said so. She desperately wanted to be mad at Theodore, to dislike him, but she simply couldn’t: he was too real and raw and wonderful for her to even shun him for a moment. But she had to. She had to be tough. She couldn’t let him in. Not when she wanted something he could never give her.
Theodore lifted his shoulders lightly in a soft shrug before letting them drop. His gaze drifted from his fingers that were tapping against the wooden table to her cool gaze. He had never been at the receiving end of one her glare, and he understood the chill that others would have gotten. She was a force to be reckoned with. For Theodore this was typically his sign to leave, to never speak to a women again but something kept him seated. Maybe he was enjoying this different side of Daphne, or maybe he just wanted to be in her presence whether she was mad or not didn't matter to him much.
"I guess, I just thought you were above that." He chose his words carefully as he let them slowly pass his lips. Vanishing was a coward thing to do, to run away. He knew Daphne to be better than that, stronger -- hell he could see everything she did for her family by bringing good publicity -- even if it wasn't his way of doing things, he admired that so when she vanished he was surprised to say the least.
Vanishing Act | Daphne & Theodore
"Theodore Nott, what a surprise. Low class? You’d know all about that.” Daphne retorted with a scoff, referring to the fact that Theo himself stood in the same Muggle cafe as her.
Her lips were pursed but glossed all the same, her skin was clear and flawless and appeared to be glowing, her outfit was one that caused both Muggles and witches alike to cast envious stares in her direction, her hair was curled in perfect ringlets, and her expression was unreadable, though her voice lacked its’ usual warmth it possessed when speaking to Theodore.
"Don't be rude." He mused as he took a seat across from her, his steely expression gazing over her lightly. She looked exquisite, though that was of no surprise, and she stood out among the muggles frequenting the cafe. If she was hiding, she was doing a rather poor job of it. He wanted to tease her about the location, to tempt her that she was waiting for him, but bit back his tongue.
He ordered a coffee automatically once the waitress arrived, not bothering to ask if Daphne wanted anything. She would have taken care of herself after all. "Didn't take you as one to vanish."
Vanishing Act | Daphne & Theodore
A woman with large sunglasses and a head scarf was seated in a small cafe in Southern London, her face hidden behind a large newspaper that, if the Muggles surrounding her had looked at for long enough, had moving photographs on it.
Perhaps the most striking image was that of a blond woman with large glasses and claw-like nails beaming at the camera and winking in six-second intervals, while beneath it, an article read:
Like a Muggle magician, Miss Daphne Greengrass seems to have taken part in a vanishing act entirely her own in these last two and a half weeks, though this time, she hasn’t made a competitor or an enemy disappear: she’s gone missing herself!
The blond socialite - who frequents Page Six and the Wizarding World’s most notorious gossip rags, who is the queen of making bad press good press, whose long string of lovers never failed to make headlines - has not been spotted in over fourteen days, making many of my avid readers wonder: where has she gone? And, more importantly, why has she vanished without a trace?
The report finished with a blurb asking readers to submit photos if the woman in question, Daphne Greengrass, was spotted. With a sigh, the blond set the paper down and chewed on her lip, her fingers toying with the scarf tied around her head absentmindedly.
She couldn’t hide forever.
Theodore Nott had been passing the two weeks since his argument -- was it really an argument, or a disagreement, or... well he wasn't quite sure what it was, alone. There hadn't been any notable one night stands or continued affairs and so he had passed the time reading and writing.
He wasn't lonely though he did notice how often he was alone, and at times his thoughts would drift off to Daphne who had been preoccupying his time more than anyone else before he "vanishment" as Skeeter claimed. He had even run into the younger Greengrass and spoke with her briefly, but it wasn't the same as having a conversation with Daphne, no one seemed to have fulfilled his need like the blonde haired witch had.
When he walked in to the small muggle cafe he recognized her immediately, though the headscarf was keeping her hidden, he recognized those heels and the way she crossed her legs much more elegantly than any muggle or witch for the matter could. Of all places a muggle cafe was the last place that he expected to find a Greengrass, though it didn't stop him from sauntering over to her table and dropping his version of the prophet on the table with a dull thud.
"A little low class, don't you think?"
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"Of course, yes. Have you been talking to my sister lately?" She asked, putting her hands awkwardly in her cloak’s pockets. "Well, partly happy, yes."
Theodore narrowed his eyes slightly, he had assumed Daphne would tell Astoria about what was going on between them, though he was relieved that she hadn't. "I see her on occasion. Had lunch with her a few weeks ago." He muttered before arching an eyebrow, "Partly?"
"That’s quite a bit of an attitude for someone with a tangible bitterness around them, Nott. How do you stand it? I can see it from here."
"Maybe you should have became a seer instead. You are excellent at pulling crap out of thin air. Is that a new wand trick you learned?"
"Yeah, well, we’re not exactly better. We may not have that exactly, but…well you’ve been to Knockturn Alley, I’m sure. You’re well aware of the types of places they have. Brothels. In some ways, that’s almost worse." He said. There was a very dark side to the wizarding world, one that all wizards and witches were privy to.
Theodore looked at Malfoy curiously for a second -- was he defending muggles or was it a simple slip? He lifted his shoulders in a small shrug, "I'm privy to more than I care to be." Theodore responded, his voice seeming to take on a darker connotations before lightening, "We might not be saints, but at least we aren't promoting it." For a moment Theodore wanted to continue, expanding on the fact that young girls didn't have to do it simply to pay their way to school -- as some muggle women apparently had to, the youngest Weasley didn't and Theodore wasn't sure many less fortunate families existed. But instead of expressing another point for why the muggle world was disturbing to him, he bit his tongue, deciding that the Weasley girl wasn't a necessary topic to bring up -- yet.
Astoria was still confused while staring at the older boy in awe. “Why not? I care about what people think about me and I don’t want anyone to think that I’m a mental case.”
Theodore wasn't surprised by her answer, "Of course you do. You are a Greengrass women after all." He murmured, his thoughts drifting to her older sister for a moment. "I don't think you are a mental case--happy?"
"I know that, Nott… But are you thinking that? I’m so confused!"
Theodore looked at her before shaking his head in slight disbelief. "Just don't worry about it."
"And the appeal of doing that in public…is what?" He asked, not quite understanding. "I’m not sure that’s something that anyone should offer for money, anyhow. It seems degrading."
"I agree with you, which is why I'm surprised they even exist." Theodore stated before rolling his eyes softly, "Muggles."
"Definitely not. I’m not crazy. Or maybe it was somebody else around us? I don’t know. I know that I’m not crazy, though."
"I never asked if you were crazy."
"Hmph, maybe I was hearing things. I do not need to get my hearing check, Nott, thank you very much."
"You hear things often, Greengrass?"