GREENGRASS, D.

There were few people who would knock on his door, who even knew where to find at. Cassius suspected who it was instantly, and one quick detection spell confirmed it. He let down the wards around the door, allowing Daphne Greengrass entrance.  “I take it you’re here about Phillipa?” he asked, making a gesture for her to come inside, before he restored the wards to his home with a slash of his wand. “You should be proud. She’s performing quite well.” It was true enough, though he doubted Daphne would hear it. The only reason he’d seen any point to trying with Pippa in the first place had been the exploitable fault line her mother had left in her The size of it was matched only by the blind spot of Daphne’s rage for anything to do with her daughter. Cassius, for one, considered Pippa making her first kill no small measure of progress. Frustratingly slow progress, of course, but progress all the same. Still, there were times Daphne was correct. “Though that’s not to say I have no concerns.”

‘‘ Indeed. ’’ is her only response as she crosses the threshold, removing her cloak as she does so. ‘‘ quite well isn’t good enough. ’’ it’s SNAPPY, laced with irritation ‘‘ quite well means nothing to me, Rookwood. She needs to be doing better. ’’ The woman takes a breath and rubs her hands together before walking into the living area where she makes herself at home on the sofa. she’s never been one for feigned politeness, especially not with those she considers below her. ‘‘ go on. ’’

Astoria knows she treats every visit with her sister like it will be the last — it’s the remnants of ten years’ worth of pain and missing her that the years since her return have never assuaged. She emerges from the Floo without caring about the soot at the hem of her cloak or whether she looks overemotional and embraces Daphne for a few moments longer than necessary. “Scorpius is lovely, as always,” she replies as she settles into a chair. “He has truly embraced the life of an heir — no job to speak of still, but if he’s anything like his father, he’ll grow tired of having idle hands eventually.”

At the mention of her husband, Astoria grew even softer. “He’s well. The Department of Mysteries keeps him busy, but never too busy for lunch with his wife. How are Pippa and Pheonix? It’s been some time since I last heard from them.”

Daphne has to force a smile through gritted teeth at Astoria’s words. she doubts Scorpius is ‘lovely’. He is nothing more than a leech that is sucking everything he can from her dear sister. It causes a rage in her stomach that is exhausting to keep at bay. ‘‘ well, if he decides he wants to give the Prophet another go, he’s always welcome, of course. ’’ Because of you. Not because of him. Not because of Draco. because of you. 

At the mention of her children, Daphne’s face hardens. ‘‘ Phoenix has his own apartment actually, he seems to be doing well for himself. Of course, he’s not on the path I would like him to be on, but I’m sure he’ll make his way back. They always do. As for Phillipa ... ’’ her voice wanders off, ‘‘ she’s fine. I actually wanted to talk to you about something, Astoria. ’’ with a swish of her wand, she summons two teacups and a teapot. ‘‘ but first - tea? ’’

WHO: DAPHNE AND ASTORIA.

Astoria owns a corner of Daphne’s heart that no one else can access. Not her ex, not her children, not her parents. It is a spot reserved solely for her sister. Her sweet, innocent, lovely sister. Her stupid, naive sister who has not yet joined the death eater ranks. Why? Daphne needs to know. the side of her that despises Malfoy tells her that it is probably him that is keeping Astoria from her true calling, the COWARD from a fallen family. ‘‘ tell me, how is Scorpius? ’’ Daphne says, smiling at her sister as she takes the chair opposite her. Truthfully, she doesn’t care much for her nephew, Astoria’s parenting has always been lax, to say the least. he’s been far too spoilt, and he’s far too happy for Daphne’s liking. ‘‘ and Draco? ’’

WHO: DAPHNE AND PHOENIX.

Daphne sits at her desk, reading through various pieces for tomorrow’s paper, a look of ANNOYANCE is painted on her face. clearly everyone at this paper, bar her, is completely incompetent. The door opens with a creak and Daphne barely looks up, her eyes rolling to the heavens. ‘‘ well, if it isn’t the son who swore he would never abandon or disappoint me. ’’ it’s laced with sarcasm, exudes coldness. Silence follows for a few seconds before she removes her reading glasses, looking up to meet his eyes ‘‘ what do you want, Phoenix? ’’

WHO: DAPHNE AND CASSIUS.

Daphne stands outside the Rookwood residence and pulls down the hood of her fur cloak. She has entrusted Cassius to keep her daughter in line, entrusted him to be a mentor of some sorts, and Daphne is curious as to how that is going. Phillipa is difficult, there’s a reluctance in her that infuriates Daphne, and she has tried for so long to BEAT IT OUT OF HER, but these tactics seem have failed, so maybe the child needs a different learning method. Cassius is good at putting on a CALM FACADE, a skill that Daphne lacks, especially when it comes to her children. Perhaps that trait is enough to keep Phillipa in line.  Daphne needs at least one of her children to succeed, and she had always hoped it would be Phoenix, but he has disappointed her, abandoned her. she will not allow Phillipa to do the same. the child will succeed. she has faith in that, she is just a little bit ... lost. that is fixable. She reaches out and knocks on the door three times, stepping back slightly as she waits for an answer. 

WHO : DAPHNE & NARCISSA.

Daphne sits on the velvet sofa, back straightened, eyes narrowed on the house elf currently pouring tea into the two mugs in front of them. She remains silent as this happens, waiting until Mimsy is finished before telling ( not asking ) her to leave. And that is when her attention shifts to Narcissa. She is disappointed in her, to be honest, they are knee deep into a war now, and it angers Daphne to see that the Malfoy family as a whole seem to be sitting on the sidelines. She's sure, however, that if she can get Narcissa to join the cause, Draco will fall in line. ‘‘ thank you for coming, Narcissa, it’s been a while. ’’ her voice is level, calm. she reaches for the cup closest to her. ‘‘ please, drink. We have rather a lot to discuss. ’’ 

 huh, who’s CARLA GUGINO? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DAPHNE GREENGRASS. She is a 49 year old PUREBLOOD witch who is AN EDITOR AT THE DAILY PROPHET. she is known for being CALCULATING, CRUEL, CRITICAL, SADISTIC, and SCORNFUL but also MOTIVATED, AMBITIOUS, ASSERTIVE, INTELLIGENT, and DUTIFUL, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song DEVIL IN DISGUISE BY ELVIS PRESLEY and EXPENSIVE JEWELLERY, SPARKLING WINE GLASSES, DARK EYELINER, THE SMELL OF OLD BOOKS, COLD, EMPTY ROOMS, A CHARMING SMILE THAT HIDES A CRUEL HEART and POTIONS THAT COULD KILL YOU IN DELICATE BOTTLES. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

TW FOR THE FOLLOWING: ABUSE (DOMESTIC AND INDICATED CHILD), SEXISM, INDOCTRINATION, MURDER, VIOLENCE.