#othergreengrass

Theo: Congratulations, Astoria. How does it feel?

"I hate to say it, but I need you - you’re the only other person in this bloody base I’m Drift compatible with."

Since Blaise was still recuperating from his injuries during the kaiju battle (the darling thought he was being chivalrous and protective by turning so his side took the brunt of the CAT III’s hit, but it left their jaeger’s right side utterly useless for the rest of the fight), Gauntlet Charisma needed a replacement - which was why Daphne was currently standing in the science division, inwardly cringing at the Kaiju innards.

When society decided to make it utterly impossible for anyone with remote ties to a terrorist group known as Death Eaters to get a job, a certain group of down-on-their-luck socialites decided it was high time they found an…alternative revenue stream.

"The reason Blaise isn’t grifting, is because apparently the Queen of England remembers him,” Daphne, self-proclaimed mastermind of the crew, is explaining half irritated to her hacker sister through the comms - Draco, the hitter and the only one with actual ties to Death eaters, was too recognizable, and Pansy, their thief, was needed elsewhere.

When the elder Greengrass daughter sent the owl to her younger sister asking her when the next Hogsmeade visit was, a small part of her fretted at the idea of a meeting without anyone else around. Since...forever, it seemed, Daphne had kept somewhat away from her half-sibling. It wasn't conscious at first - they simply had different interests. And of course, she'd had some questions regarding the difference in their looks later, but in the end that hadn't really mattered. It wasn't that she didn't care for Astoria, the brunette truly did, but she found it a lot easier to maintain their relationship from a distance.

Not to mention how after the war certain more core differences seemed to arise between the siblings, differences they both delicately deigned not to discuss - some sort of unspoken rule that Daphne enforced with diligence. Unfortunately, this particular conversation (thankfully one that would hopefully not delve into some of the more complicated matters) would be easier done in person rather than owling each other incessantly. Besides, the aristocrat had far more pressing interests to pursue than sitting around at the estate waiting for the family bird.

Saturday afternoon found the socialite apparating into the quaint village she herself had visited so often a schoolgirl. At precisely three, Daphne was ensconcing herself in a corner table at the Three Broomsticks, smoothing manicured fingers over the soft material of her robes. She ordered nothing more than a glass of water, hazel gaze following the rivulets of condensed water drops traveling the length of the cup until a shadow fell upon the table. Looking up at the familiar features of her younger sister, the dark haired sister flashed a polite smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.