Mother is having a fit. Apparently, the best way to make sure I'm not killed due to lack of supervision is to ship me off to France where I have less supervision.
I'm not complaining. It took me four hours to convince her Cardiff with my cousins one who may or may not be a Death Eater or just sympathetic to whatever bloody cause they have is more
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He strolled out into the hall, straightening out his shirt. He stepped into the living room and gave Daphne a once over and smirk.
"Gorgeous, as always."
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"Let me guess, you work for it, you might as well show it off, right?" There wasn't any judgment in his tone; he definitely understood that. Running and weights were his things, basically so he was better at Quidditch, but it transferred.
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"Never liked Quiddich much...but running has always come so naturally."
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"Running is... hard. I do it because it helps with Quidditch." He stopped for a second and tilted his head. "Actually, most things I do somehow connect to Quidditch. Huh."
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"It pays off. I've seen you play." she told him, impressed herself.
Then they reached a deep red door and Daphne stopped. They had reached the club faster than she expected.
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"This it?" He motioned toward the door. He hadn't even seen inside it yet, but red doors were usually a good sign.
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"You ready?" she asked, her hand on the knob. She paused just to tease him.
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Zacharias reached out to lay a hand over Daphne's and turn the knob.
"On with it before you build up too much suspense and it's a let down." Except that he very seriously doubted it would be anything close to that.
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"I hope this is what you had in mind," she said, a wicked grin on her pink lips. Of course, she knew, this was exactly what they were both looking for.
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He turned to Daphne, grin on his face. "You're my favorite. Remember that because I don't say it often. I'll even buy you a drink to show it." Either way, he needed about four shots and a to chat up the little blonde thing wearing the mini skirt and halter at the end of the bar.
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"Let's take a few shots to warm up," she said, grabbing his arm to pull him towards the bar.
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"Pick your poison, Daphne."
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"Tequila!" she told him, excitement now in her voice. She leaned over the bar, letting her cleavage show proudly. The bar tender stared for a moment before hurrying for the shots.
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When the bartender dropped off their shots, Zacharias made sure to overtip. Daphne might be able to seduce bartenders into serving her, but Zacharias was fine with settling on paying them off.
He picked up his shotglass and tipped it toward her. "This is going to be a hot mess." And he meant it in the best possible way.
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"I'm counting in it," she told him, saluting back. Then daphne tipped back her head and took her shot. It warmed her all over.
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He snapped at the bartender and held up two fingers.
"Tell me you're a dancer. Don't break my heart and say you're above all that."
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