𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋.

hey, isn’t that DAPHNE GREENGRASS? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FOUR year old pure blood WITCH is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be a HEALER. i’ve heard they can be quite DECISIVE & SOPHISTICATED, but i don’t know… they came off very MICROMANAGING & WITHDRAWN in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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pixie: how does your muse tend to get in trouble ?

as a student, she did not really get into trouble — too fearful of punishment to even think about it. she’d heard the stories of students being sent to the forbidden forrest doing merlin knows what that has got her saying ‘no!’ to anything that might produce the same ends. daphne also refuses for her actions to be the reason why house points are being taken away from slytherin ( which means she’s extra bitter when they end up losing the house cup anyway ) so she hardly got into any trouble while at school. when her friends do end up in detention, she’s the one waiting for them at the common room with snacks at the ready, and her ears perked up for any irate rants they may feel the need to unload.

the same situation can be said now that she’s working. daphne follows instructions well and is diligent with what she does. perhaps the only time she ever gets scolded by the more senior healers was when she becomes a little too blunt with patients; never one to mince her words when delivering any diagnosis or hides her annoyance when dealing with annoying patients.

when it comes to her parents, they probably see the entirety of how she’s living her life now as trouble. however, trouble to them is her freedom so she doesn’t think too much about it. 

niffler: does your muse value wealth ?

answered here !

minotaur: what secret does your muse keep hidden ?

minotaur: what secret does your muse keep hidden ?

not necessarily a secret kept hidden but something she has yet to talk about is how lately she feels as though she is stuck in-between two worlds: the life that she knew and still has a reason to hold on to and the life that she’s living now, feeling faux as she exists amongst courageous faces.  

niffler: does your muse value wealth ?

she does, much so. having grown up with it means a part of her identity revolves around material wealth in that she simply cannot survive without some of the luxuries she’s used to having. while she is living a lot more humbly these days ( with a job and a shared apartment ! ), this does not mean that she has completely abandoned the lifestyle she grew up with. after all, she tends to get a little lightheaded when she does not splurge on something at least once a month.   

unicorn: which of the seven heavenly virtues relates to your muse ?

ACCEPTING ! 

killing eve starters 

mythical creature headcanons

it was rare for theodore to leave the ministry over the lunch hour, often either choosing to eat at his desk or skipping lunch all together to continue working on the project at hand. and when he did, he usually picked a secluded table, and came equipped with a book. engrossed in his book and absent mindedly picking at his salad, he was oblivious to the world around him. meaning he didn’t see daphne, let alone her struggles to escape her companion. if he had, he might have made an effort to rescue her. though, it would’ve been in the form of a small hex to the man’s legs, nothing obvious.

needless to say, he was caught off guard by the sound of the chair scraping across the ground. he hid his shock, instead narrowing his eyes as he looked up from his book. however, the second that he realized who had joined him, he allowed his features to soften. after all, he was sure daphne had suffered enough at his hands, if she willingly chose to sit with him it was for a good reason. 

“understood,” he responded, unintentionally curt as he took a glance at the area around them, looking for whatever or whomever daphne was trying to escape. his eyes landed on the man almost immediately, his nose crinkling out of disgust. “next time, i would suggest a toenail growing hex,” he responded, before pursing his lips. “you’re welcome to stay as long as you need,” he added, though somewhat reluctantly. 

only when her shoulders visibly relaxed, the muscles that were keeping her upright loosening as she settles in her seat, did daphne realise just how tense she was. while a part of her had expected for theodore to ignore her, she did not truly think that he would have it in himself. especially not when she jumped right ahead and explained her situation before he can raise a questioning look. however, that persistent voice in the back of her head wanted her to expect the worst which only fizzled when he met her with the expression she was hoping for; understanding. 

technically speaking, there was an air of reluctance that she can feel and hear but she would gladly take that over immediate disinterest any day. 

“it must have been the reprieve from classes,” marietta looks up to the stand and shades her eyes with a hand. it’s easy enough to imagine herself perched up there with ravenclaw colors smeared on her cheeks and throat raw from shouting. “merlin knows it was the only time i wasn’t worrying about essays for a few years.” she’d stopped going during the year umbridge arrived ; had taken to staying in the tower and occasionally seeing glimpses of color and the sound of cheering on the wind while she read or puzzled over a chess board or just curled up on one of the chairs.

“i haven’t got that excuse,” she admits, “but it just seems…too risky to be enjoyable, these days. all i can picture is someone breaking their neck out there. i wouldn’t want to witness it.” it’s dreadfully honest, spoken out here on the quiet green. they’ve all seen more than enough violence and injury for a lifetime - marietta cannot comprehend taking the risk of seeing more. “are any of the people who have gone pro participating? it seems like it would be an unfair advantage.”

"we were so eager to get out of our classes,” too eager, in fact, with students spilling out into the hallway and towards the quidditch stands in enthusiastic packs. if she closed her eyes and focused hard enough, she was almost positive she can still hear the cheerful screams inside her head. it was a memory imprinted in her mind forever; a reminder of exactly what the good old days looked like. “and i’m sure the betting pools were a massive source of excitement too. certainly makes you more invested in what was happening when you’ve got galleons to lose.” speaking from experience, it was what made her attentive.

“I know. It’s almost like they don’t trust their students or their former students.” Michael shook his head in mock disappointment. His lips turned up into a grin, “Of course.” 

“I guess you’re right,” Michael agrees, straightening himself up. It had occurred to him to get them back in some way, though he never really followed through. He usually just relied on brain and mouth to quip something back at them. “Maybe you could help me with that,” Michael offered, “I need a brain like yours to come up with something good enough. What do you say?” 

“oh, i am quite positive that they certainly don’t.” after all, the amount of rule breakers this institution had produced in the years since its establishment warrants a great level of distrust coming from the professors. “if anything i would be more surprised if the old man did not have his storage locked up.”

pursing her lips, daphne pretends to be deep in thought before slowly nodding her head. “alright, since you asked so nicely. but first,” raising an eyebrow, she continues. “what would i get out of helping you?” it may have been years but she is still a product of her hogwarts house and giving without taking is an unknown concept to her. 

MEME NIGHT !

that lures a SMILE - mild though it may be - from marietta. there are far more people who ADORE THE GAME than those who dislike it. she still sometimes thinks of the very small body of harry potter plummeting that one time ; she avoids the game, largely, due to the accidents. there have been fatal ones. it just seems A WASTE to throw yourself about so recklessly for what - entertainment? maybe she just doesn’t get the appeal of sports.

the breeze shifts her hair and marietta tilts her head up towards the sky for a moment before tilting to look over at her new company. “thank merlin,” it comes on the tail end of a breathy laugh as she surveys the empty stands that will no doubt be filled to brimming with spectators once the game begins, “i thought i was the only one who finds all that sound to be a bit of a headache.”

the memories were faint, blurred by years of turmoil and seemingly perpetual darkness, and daphne can hardly remember the time when she used to be an avid quidditch supporter. avid, was an overstatement because she used to only watch slytherin games anyway; cannot be bothered with any more raucous energy than that. at twenty-four, it was safe to say that she no longer has any affection for the game. however enthralling it still was.

there are certain degrees to one’s ability to tolerate inconveniences. while others were capable of putting their foot down, daphne was unsurprisingly the type to let certain things pass in stride. she supposes this tolerant nature came after years of being reared for subservience; an old habits die hard sort of thing. and even though she can ( and she will ) argue that she has grown a stronger backbone since her teenage years, perhaps some things are just too terribly slow to change.

case in point, her refusal to hex this man who had forced himself into her company. 

in her defence, they were in public. there was no way she would be willing to tarnish her image even if the possibility of seeing him crumble at the mercy of her wand gave daphne immense satisfaction. there are more subtle ways to get rid of him and just her luck, salvation came at the form of a familiar face. there was a moment of hesitation, brought about by years of tension. in the end, desperation won. merlin help her, she hopes he would not banish her on sight.

“nott,” she says as a way of greeting, pulling the chair to sit across from him. “i apologise for interrupting your lunch time but i’m afraid i needed an escape.” risking a quick glance behind her, daphne cannot help but roll her eyes at the sight of the other man still watching her. “you see, i had to lie to that guy that i was meeting someone here just to get rid of him but he wouldn’t stop until he saw through it himself and i─” pausing to catch herself, she straightens her back to maintain some decorum. “i’m sorry. you are allowed get rid of me but can we please wait until he’s gone?”