Post by daphnegreengrass on Mar 7, 2008 19:57:27 GMT -5
Daphne was annoyed. It was as simple as that. When she gotten back, and caught up with her parents, they had bombarded her with questions as to why she looked so pale and different all the way to, what was she doing?
Daph answered all the questions with a great ease, before her parents had once again, attacked her with questions. Only, it was about joining the Death Eaters. According to her parents, there was a new Dark Lord and they wanted her to join. Of course, Daph had always wanted to join the Death Eaters, but not under Voldy's reign. His ideals, were a bit too extreme for her liking so Daph hoped that the new Dark Lord would be different. If not, she could hang about as little as possible, without getting into trouble.
Thus, here she was, standing about looking like a complete git. Her dress may not have been the most suitable thing to wear, but Daph didn't really care. After all, if it was a young Dark Lord, then she would get into his good graces by looking great. Ever since she was turned, Daph had learned to embrace life with a different outlook. One was about the way she looked. Never again, would she be that fat biach that once roamed the halls of Hogwarts.
Daph thought about the old days, where Voldy reigned and the Boy Who Would Not Bloody Die saved the world time and time again. They were interesting, to say the least, but Daph didn't really care about that. There were more pressing matters than war at the time. Now, that she had changed since leaving the Wizarding World for three years, Daph wondered what her old 'pals' were doing.
Daphne didn't have to wait long before someone arrived, hopefully the new Dark Lord.
Daph answered all the questions with a great ease, before her parents had once again, attacked her with questions. Only, it was about joining the Death Eaters. According to her parents, there was a new Dark Lord and they wanted her to join. Of course, Daph had always wanted to join the Death Eaters, but not under Voldy's reign. His ideals, were a bit too extreme for her liking so Daph hoped that the new Dark Lord would be different. If not, she could hang about as little as possible, without getting into trouble.
Thus, here she was, standing about looking like a complete git. Her dress may not have been the most suitable thing to wear, but Daph didn't really care. After all, if it was a young Dark Lord, then she would get into his good graces by looking great. Ever since she was turned, Daph had learned to embrace life with a different outlook. One was about the way she looked. Never again, would she be that fat biach that once roamed the halls of Hogwarts.
Daph thought about the old days, where Voldy reigned and the Boy Who Would Not Bloody Die saved the world time and time again. They were interesting, to say the least, but Daph didn't really care about that. There were more pressing matters than war at the time. Now, that she had changed since leaving the Wizarding World for three years, Daph wondered what her old 'pals' were doing.
Daphne didn't have to wait long before someone arrived, hopefully the new Dark Lord.