turn it up

8. are they close to their family?

Daphne’s parents don’t approve of her choices necessarily since the end of the war, and they definitely don’t approve of the fact that she hasn’t made a respectable match yet. Despite that, she is loved and has confidence in that much. She’s also reasonably close with her sister; they’ve both changed considerably since they’ve gotten older and taken different paths, but there will always be their shared childhood and that’s something that can’t be erased. They don’t always agree and this became apparent during the war when Daphne stopped Astoria from going back after the Slytherins were escorted out. This is the cause of some friction, but doesn’t mean Daphne doesn’t care.

24. opinion on horror films?

Daphne isn’t particularly bothered by horror films or particularly fascinated by them either. She doesn’t, however, enjoy anything along the lines of psychological thriller before she has to sleep.

31. are they a morning person or night person?

THE WORST THING about planning a wedding was not being able to choose the guests. Blaise had almost complete control over everything else. Absolute obedience wasn’t in the contract, per se, but you’d be foolish to ignore his judgement - a fact he always made very clear in his opening owls. This particular party was a tad too kitsch for his tastes ( he had to spend two weeks convincing the bride to choose real flowers over fake, for merlin’s sake ), but everyone looked happy. Bar him, of course. 

He needn’t stay much longer. The music was turning from slow and classy to rowdy and tuneless. The bride and groom were lost in each other’s arms, and the open-bar had ended hours ago. That hadn’t stopped Blaise snatching up another bottle of prosecco, if only to help him cope with the amount of badly fitted suits he’d had to witness today; was he truly the only person on Earth with taste? 

Blaise bowed farewell to one of the bridesmaids, who had been eyeing him with a certain hunger, and dipped into the garden. Though he was loathed to admit it, you couldn’t go wrong with lights thread between the branches of an elegant tree. Here, out of the eye of any onlookers, he sipped his drink straight from the bottle. Then he heard a rustle, and realised he wasn’t quite alone. ❝ Come out, come out, wherever you are, ❞ he said, tone more indifferent than intrigued.

   Daphne didn’t mind weddings, which was just as well because there were certain occasions that she was outright expected to attend, and this was one of them. Of course, an open bar tended to ease the way for everyone at the beginning of the occasion, but Daphne was reaching saturation point with smiling politely and agreeing it was a lovely occasion by now. People were getting louder and so was the music, and while she wasn’t opposed to a good time, this wasn’t her preferred way to go about it. Especially when those who couldn’t hold their drink started to make terrible attempts at flirting. There was other company that she liked better on a number of occasions.

  draco’s eyes were dancing, not at all visible in the complete absence of light in the room, when daphne joked about him being back by dawn. that was the point, wasn’t it? it couldn’t be memorable. memorable implied some sort of emotional connection. it implied coming back for more and wanting to stay. he didn’t do that. “please drag me out of whatever place you find me in if i ever stay with someone until dawn,” he said, drawing out the last word. “that is shocking,” he agreed dryly on the words of daphne resting her voice. “good thing though. the loyal listeners of your show much be able to hear the dulcet tones of your voice well, because otherwise they are not gonna tune in.” was he even serious any more? who knew, draco sure didn’t.    getting into bed was much more preferable to standing out in the cold of the apartment, or getting to the apartment in the september night chill to begin with. daphne, too, was warm and he couldn’t help but curl closer to her, shivering faintly. “okay, so i’m giving your show exposure by having it on in the store where plenty of people visit, and you wonder if i haven’t had enough of your voice?” he asked, teasing her. “the real answer here should be thank you, draco, because i am teaching people to have the good sense to listen to your show.” he shook his head a little, messing up his hair further. the mention of the store made him wrinkle his nose (which she, again, probably couldn’t see) and sigh.”i don’t like running the store,” he declared matter of fact. “but the franchise owner is still ill and someone has to. and apparently i don’t trust new people with our store. it’ll be a disaster once i take over the entire company.” three continents, over a hundred stores and way too many people working for them. was it too late to do something so scandalous that he’d promptly get disowned? probably.

   Daphne could hear the amusement in Draco’s voice if not see it in his expression; by this point, they knew one another well enough that she didn’t need the visual. “You have my solemn promise that I will,” she said, amused in her turn. “So long as you do the same for me, alright? If I stay that late then I’m making a seriously poor life decision.” She wasn’t remotely interested in attaching herself to someone who would try to restrict her or think they could weigh in on what she did. Sleeping with someone didn’t mean they got to own her. But for when she felt something too much like lonely, Daphne already had somebody to see her through, and he was right there with her. It went both ways, and Draco was on the short list of people she really valued and trusted. “And you love my dulcet tones provided I’m not trying to sing in the shower at the top of my voice.” That was not a moment anyone apart from her poor roommate got to deal with, after all.

3. are they good at sports?

Daphne prefers to be a spectator for most sports, but does enjoy flying in general.

12. biggest flaw?

  in seconds, daphne changed to a vague outline curled into the blankets to someone sitting up in the bed and looking at him. clearly he’d already woken her up when he arrived at the penthouse, as ever. nothing new under the horizon. “does one really miss takeout?” he queried, a question not meant to be answered, before glaring at her briefly for her remark about him probably being cold. regardless, he changed out of the jeans and into a pair of sweatpants he left laying around and subsequently took off the formal cut shirt he had been wearing, leaving him in a t-shirt. “it was good,” he replied as he worked on the buttons. “not too memorable. just good. good enough to get me to sleep fast instead of tossing and turning for hours. have you been at home the entire evening?”   with that, draco moved over to the bed. he put down his watch and ring on the chain around his neck on the nightstand and laid down on the side that she left open for him. closing his eyes briefly, he enjoyed the warmth of the blankets before he turned to face her directly. “you’re a wonderful human being,” he declared matter of fact. “how was your day? fun radio making? i had your program on in the store. figured if i really had to be there, i could at least make it fun.”

   Daphne settled in place whilst Draco moved around the room, tracked his movements for a minute or two in the barely there light before settling back into bed. A faint shiver chased through her at the cool touch of the blankets and expensive cotton sheets, but that would fade off soon enough. “If it were memorable you would’ve been back at dawn, not back by now,” she pointed out, lips curling up. They could get physical connection with others any time they wanted, but this was more about comfort and not wanting anything but that. “Had an evening in since my favourite roommate was off entertaining himself, hopefully with someone hot,” she teased with a falsely put-upon sigh; they’d both taken their turns getting back late after one night stands, after all. “Gave me a chance to rest my voice, which I’m aware is shocking.” The words were dry and very much at her own expense. “Any plans for tomorrow?”

   Daphne was on her lunch break from work, and that meant that one thing and one thing only was on her mind. Coffee, and preferably a lot of it; energy for presenting required a decent amount of fuel. When she headed for her café of choice nearby, it had started to rain lightly with the typical grey skies of London weather looming overhead. It meant that she’d been grateful to get out of it, hand coming up to sweep her hair over one of her shoulders before approaching the counter. It wasn’t until she turned, order of a large coffee and a sandwich firmly in hand, bag slung over her shoulder, that she realised there were very few seats left.

   It wasn’t until she spotted an empty seat and a familiar face both that Daphne’s expression cleared a little, shoulders straightening as she approached with a smile. “Of all the cafés in London, I run into you at my work lunch spot. It’s been a bit, how have you been? What do you think of all this uproar over Shacklebolt resigning?” The papers had already been at it, and she knew at least one of the radio presenters at the WWN would be asked to pick up on it as well.

@dcphne | a closed starter.  there were a number of things that draco did habitually. fidgeting with his watch, for example, or folding his arms over one another. another of those so-called habits was sleeping around. it was actually fairly simple: emotional attachment wasn’t for him, so he did the only part of a relationship that appealed to him and left whoever he slept with in their own bed afterwards, only to return to his penthouse and his roommate. the joke was on him, as it always was, though, because while he didn’t do emotional attachment with whoever he slept with, he did do it with the person whose bed he inevitably ended up in because he felt lonely and uncomfortable in his own skin, as he did more often than he wanted to admit. that night was no exception. it was two am and draco apparated back to the correct street, where he made his way to the right apartment complex and took the elevator to the highest floor. the lights were already out in the penthouse. he kicked his boots off unceremoniously and put his coat on the peg before making his way over to his roommate’s bedroom. he knocked on the door before slipping inside. “daphne,” he said softly. “are you awake?” she probably would have woken up from the sound of his footsteps. he hadn’t tried to walk softly or anything. folding his arms over one another uncomfortably, he waited. 

   After a day of work where she did nothing but talk for entertainment purposes, Daphne was very glad to come back to the haven of the penthouse and enjoy the quiet (or, as often was the case, having a conversation with someone rather than talking at a microphone). That evening though, Draco had been out, and Daphne knew quite well that waiting up would be a lost cause unless he owled to tell her otherwise, so she didn’t. Instead, she’d had a long shower, put her feet up on the couch and ordered take-out for dinner. She’d very nearly fallen asleep on the couch, relaxed and home, and it meant that unusually, she was in bed by midnight.

BASICS

full name: Daphne Greengrass. nickname(s): Daph, if someone absolutely must. date of birth + age: 22, 17th May 1980. place of birth: London. current residence: London. parents: Min-Seo Greengrass (mother), Atlas Greengrass (father). siblings: Astoria Greengrass (sister). other family: Various connections through other pureblood families. gender: Female, cis. sexual orientation: Straight, but open to experimentation.

MAGICAL RELEVANCE

blood status: Pureblood. hogwarts house: Slytherin. wand: Rowan, unicorn hair, slightly springy, 11 inches. patronus: Ragdoll cat. boggart: The bodies of her sister and best friends. strengths (magic wise): Charms, Herbology & Potions. alliance: The Death Eaters during the war, neutral since.

PERSONAL

hair colour: Brown. eye colour: Brown. height: 5′5″ clothing style: Her style is mood dependent. Comfortable sweaters, leather jackets and tight jeans are all favourites; comfort doesn’t have to mean no style. On days where she feels like effort? Anything from gorgeously cut suits to dresses, it’s a lottery as to what she’ll put together. And, almost every day, a pair of heeled boots because she lives in them and owns far too many pairs. jewelry: Three silver rings on her right hand that she wears every day, each with their different coloured gem or specific symbol. faceclaim: Piper Curda. good traits: Positive, ambitious, sunny-tempered. bad traits: Impatient, shrewd and over-dramatic. habits: Turning her rings around her fingers, twisting the cord of her headphones when at work, sweeping her hair to one side.

CONNECTIONS