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
( ... )
When the door finally opened, Daphne physically relaxed, thankful that Cecilia was actually home. Sometimes she had her shift schedule confused and she wasn't exactly in the right mind when she had been packing. As she approached the building it had dawned on Daphne that she may have gotten the days mixed up in her haste.
"I left Terry," she said simply, lifting up her larger than usual bag as proof.
Despite their conversation that weekend in the hospital Daphne didn't think that things would get this far. After all, her and Terry had pulled through much worse (like hiding her from her Death Eater father during a war).
Even so, here she was now needing a place to stay.
She blinked, letting the door shut behind Daphne, hearing the click fall into place. She kept her eyes on her best friend, her brow furrowed as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Merlin-" she said. "Looks like that bottle of wine I was just about to open is going to serve more a purpose now-"
She was thankful the fire was going, as she rubbed her arms with her hands, her wet hair clinging to her neck.
Daphne dropped her bag down and began shrugging off of her peacoat, already feeling her face warm from the outside chill. It was a good thing Cecilia's flat was a home away from home.
"Honestly, I think you promised each of us our own bottles," she reminded her, a wicked grin on her face.
She probably should have been more upset than she was. The feeling just wasn't there.
"A lot has happened. Lectures, fighting, kissing other men, waking up early to sneak out for work. It's all very exhausting."
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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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"I left Terry," she said simply, lifting up her larger than usual bag as proof.
Despite their conversation that weekend in the hospital Daphne didn't think that things would get this far. After all, her and Terry had pulled through much worse (like hiding her from her Death Eater father during a war).
Even so, here she was now needing a place to stay.
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She blinked, letting the door shut behind Daphne, hearing the click fall into place. She kept her eyes on her best friend, her brow furrowed as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"Merlin-" she said. "Looks like that bottle of wine I was just about to open is going to serve more a purpose now-"
She was thankful the fire was going, as she rubbed her arms with her hands, her wet hair clinging to her neck.
"What happened?"
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"Honestly, I think you promised each of us our own bottles," she reminded her, a wicked grin on her face.
She probably should have been more upset than she was. The feeling just wasn't there.
"A lot has happened. Lectures, fighting, kissing other men, waking up early to sneak out for work. It's all very exhausting."
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