It had been a brutal twenty-four hours for Cecilia.
The recollection of what happened that day, the blacked out hours of time that she had been trying to solve for the past two months, were whipping around her head with no intention of leaving her. She almost regretted ever trying to understand it all in the first place. Wasn't an attack in an alley by a stranger far more preferable to deal with than hours of torture at the hands of one of her closest friends? And even though she knew that Lucius was behind it all- terrible, frightening, demented Lucius Malfoy- it was still Draco's face. Still his hands that had hurt her
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The last name, at least. Like it'd come up during a society function from when she was a child. She pursed her lips as she tried to picture his face.
"What house was he in?" she asked.
She couldn't place him, but then, Cecilia didn't think much outside of her box when they were in school. Hardly made friends with anyone outside of the her Slytherin circle.
Daphne herself had been trying to place him ever since he walked into her office on Monday afternoon. There had definitely been a time where she heard his name before, somewhere outside of school.
"I'm almost certain he had to have been a Gryffindor-"
She had been familiar with most of the older Ravenclaws and even at a time the Hufflepuffs, who she found were the easiest to bribe. There were a few that were more than eager for a little extra cash. That, of course, only left Gryffindor as an option.
"That was not what I expected-" she said, grinning. "I suppose I could ask George to see if he knows him-"
She had to admit it was almost hilarious to think about the two of them sitting here, one madly in love with a Weasley and the other snogging a bloody former Gryffindor - on the job.
"Oh, don't you start!" Daphne warned, though her tone was light and playful. She brought the wine bottle back up to her lips, taking a much needed swig.
It was all very funny, though. After all the icy stares and hexing Gryffindors in their time now they were here gushing over them.
"Weren't we just discussing our personal growth on Friday? I think this attests to that."
"We have certainly grown," she agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
Still, as she poured herself a generous glass of wine, she was still holding back silent laughter. Hell, even thinking back to just yesterday, the growth was fucking tremendous.
"Oh, Daph-" she sighed, reaching out to nudge her best friend's shoulder. "So much has changed, huh?"
Laughing, Daphne nudged her back, her face scrunching up into something not dignified or proper by anybody's standards and she stuck out her tongue. There was really only one person that could reduce Daphne back down to the mentality of a five year old and that was her best friend. It felt so relieving to joke around like this, especially after all of the fighting that had gone on in her own flat.
"A lot has changed since I woke up on Friday," she told her, shaking her head. It was almost frightening how quickly life moved.
"Who would have thought I'd be single again. I mean, I was engaged! And the bastard didn't even buy the ring himself-"
That might have been taking it a little far but Daphne had a few swigs of wine in her already and she was extremely annoyed.
"Bad form, Greengrass-" she accused, pointing her finger at her best friend playfully. "Though- at the very least, you get to keep the ring-"
She loved that damn thing, the heirloom always being something she and Daphne used to fawn over when they were young girls. She took a long drink from the glass, the warmth of the wine already heating her cheeks.
"Are you going to see him again?" she asked suddenly, more intrigued in this budding romance than she realized. "I mean, you are, right? You're still working together?"
Daphne waved it off, not ready to feel any sort of guilt over her failed relationship. She knew that the pang would come eventually, or at least she hoped it would, wanting to feel something over the loss of a decade in her life.
"The ring is in my jewelry box, which of course is in my luggage," she assured her, grinning. Daphne was not going to move out and leave behind her heirlooms (the ring, a few dozen strands of pearls, countless earrings-). Nearly anything else could be replaced or retrieved at a later date.
"Of course we're still working together-" She laughed, throwing her an innocent look as she brought the wine bottle back to her lips. "Though I have absolutely no idea what will happen next."
"You're so lucky I just re-did the guest room," Cecilia laughed, knowing full well that if Daphne knew what had just gone on in there, a bruised and battered Skylar Fawcett laying on the sheets- she'd have turned a proper shade of pale.
But Cecilia bleached the room from top to bottom and brought a whole new set of sheets and blankets.
"So, wait- what actually happened-" she asked. "Who kissed who? What did you do after?"
There were so many places Daphne could have retreated to. After all, she still had her grandmother's flat in London and Paris. But her and Cecilia had mused about being flatmates for years, always disappointed they hadn't jumped at the opportunity.
"He kissed me first," she told her, thinking back to the moment out on the dance floor. "Though, I might have been guilty of turning it into a full on snog."
"It was really good," she told her, a satisfied smirk pulling at Daphne's lips now.
The memory was still so fresh that she could feel the way Cormac pulled her closer, the feel of his lips pressed firmly against hers, even just the way he lead her onto that dance floor. It all warmed her more than the wine ever could.
Still, Daphne took a quick drink, unable to keep the smile off of her face.
"Honestly, I don't know what will happen the next time I see him but I certainly wouldn't mind a repeat-"
Now that was a question that actually made Daphne pause. She thought about her next meeting with Cormac and found that she was actually looking forward to seeing him again.
The whole thing was ridiculous.
"Physical, completely-" But her tone left room for question.
The recollection of what happened that day, the blacked out hours of time that she had been trying to solve for the past two months, were whipping around her head with no intention of leaving her. She almost regretted ever trying to understand it all in the first place. Wasn't an attack in an alley by a stranger far more preferable to deal with than hours of torture at the hands of one of her closest friends? And even though she knew that Lucius was behind it all- terrible, frightening, demented Lucius Malfoy- it was still Draco's face. Still his hands that had hurt her ( ... )
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The last name, at least. Like it'd come up during a society function from when she was a child. She pursed her lips as she tried to picture his face.
"What house was he in?" she asked.
She couldn't place him, but then, Cecilia didn't think much outside of her box when they were in school. Hardly made friends with anyone outside of the her Slytherin circle.
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Daphne herself had been trying to place him ever since he walked into her office on Monday afternoon. There had definitely been a time where she heard his name before, somewhere outside of school.
"I'm almost certain he had to have been a Gryffindor-"
She had been familiar with most of the older Ravenclaws and even at a time the Hufflepuffs, who she found were the easiest to bribe. There were a few that were more than eager for a little extra cash. That, of course, only left Gryffindor as an option.
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"That was not what I expected-" she said, grinning. "I suppose I could ask George to see if he knows him-"
She had to admit it was almost hilarious to think about the two of them sitting here, one madly in love with a Weasley and the other snogging a bloody former Gryffindor - on the job.
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It was all very funny, though. After all the icy stares and hexing Gryffindors in their time now they were here gushing over them.
"Weren't we just discussing our personal growth on Friday? I think this attests to that."
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Still, as she poured herself a generous glass of wine, she was still holding back silent laughter. Hell, even thinking back to just yesterday, the growth was fucking tremendous.
"Oh, Daph-" she sighed, reaching out to nudge her best friend's shoulder. "So much has changed, huh?"
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"A lot has changed since I woke up on Friday," she told her, shaking her head. It was almost frightening how quickly life moved.
"Who would have thought I'd be single again. I mean, I was engaged! And the bastard didn't even buy the ring himself-"
That might have been taking it a little far but Daphne had a few swigs of wine in her already and she was extremely annoyed.
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She loved that damn thing, the heirloom always being something she and Daphne used to fawn over when they were young girls. She took a long drink from the glass, the warmth of the wine already heating her cheeks.
"Are you going to see him again?" she asked suddenly, more intrigued in this budding romance than she realized. "I mean, you are, right? You're still working together?"
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"The ring is in my jewelry box, which of course is in my luggage," she assured her, grinning. Daphne was not going to move out and leave behind her heirlooms (the ring, a few dozen strands of pearls, countless earrings-). Nearly anything else could be replaced or retrieved at a later date.
"Of course we're still working together-" She laughed, throwing her an innocent look as she brought the wine bottle back to her lips. "Though I have absolutely no idea what will happen next."
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But Cecilia bleached the room from top to bottom and brought a whole new set of sheets and blankets.
"So, wait- what actually happened-" she asked. "Who kissed who? What did you do after?"
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"He kissed me first," she told her, thinking back to the moment out on the dance floor. "Though, I might have been guilty of turning it into a full on snog."
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"You are a mad woman," she said, shaking her head. "But one entirely after my own heart. It was good then? Merlin, I have to meet this bloke-"
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The memory was still so fresh that she could feel the way Cormac pulled her closer, the feel of his lips pressed firmly against hers, even just the way he lead her onto that dance floor. It all warmed her more than the wine ever could.
Still, Daphne took a quick drink, unable to keep the smile off of her face.
"Honestly, I don't know what will happen the next time I see him but I certainly wouldn't mind a repeat-"
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She knew it might be too early to tell but it was never too early to tease. She took a long sip, still wriggling her eyes at Daphne as she did so.
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The whole thing was ridiculous.
"Physical, completely-" But her tone left room for question.
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She took another drink from her wine glass, a smirk still tugging at her lips.
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