The last month had been terribly busy for Daphne, filled with event following event, moving into a new office, and training Reid. She had hardly giving any thought at all to the upcoming holiday. Her flat was absolutely bare from any sort of decoration, no tree, no garland, and most importantly there was no tree
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George hardly recognized her at first, unused as he was to seeing her in anything but the latest fashions, with perfectly styled hair, all decked up in war paint.
"Oh- erm- hi," he stumbled through a bit of a double take before remembering the reason he was here.
"I- need to ask for your help." No point in beating around the bush with small talk (he could hardly imagine that they would really have anything to say to each other). He just hoped that the words didn't sound as teeth-pullingly painful to say as they felt-
Daphne was silent for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, trying to put together just what would have brought a Weasley to her door step. He may have been one of the last people she ever expected to see.
"Where are my manors - please come inside," she said, stepping aside for him.
The flat was filled with the scent of burning wood and spices. Tippy had a chicken pot pie in the oven, comfort food. The rich aroma filled the air.
George nodded his thanks, walked through the door and turned back around to face her, ruffling a quick nervous hand through his hair.
"I'm not interrupting anything, I hope?" he asked, remembering his own manners. Judging from the smell wafting out from the kitchen, he could've been walking in on preparations for some kind of feast. Overwhelmingly different decor aside, it strangely reminded him of stepping into the Burrow.
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"Oh- erm- hi," he stumbled through a bit of a double take before remembering the reason he was here.
"I- need to ask for your help." No point in beating around the bush with small talk (he could hardly imagine that they would really have anything to say to each other). He just hoped that the words didn't sound as teeth-pullingly painful to say as they felt-
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"Where are my manors - please come inside," she said, stepping aside for him.
The flat was filled with the scent of burning wood and spices. Tippy had a chicken pot pie in the oven, comfort food. The rich aroma filled the air.
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"I'm not interrupting anything, I hope?" he asked, remembering his own manners. Judging from the smell wafting out from the kitchen, he could've been walking in on preparations for some kind of feast. Overwhelmingly different decor aside, it strangely reminded him of stepping into the Burrow.
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