User: confusion_fall (posted by slygreengrass) Date: 2010-02-03 15:25 Subject: The posh end of Diagon. 4pm on a Saturday afternoon. Security: Public

Though Daphne's dark red cloak obscured her outline, the long, blonde hair made it fairly obvious who she was from a distance as she walked leisurely down the nicer end of Diagon. She'd been quite busy this morning between meeting with the Malfoy PR witch, submitting some advertisements (a charity dinner for the incurables and openning applications for the annual Draco Malfoy Hogwarts Scholarship), and having tea with a few of the more sympathetic Prophet reporters.

The last few months has been a whirlwind of meetings, plans, parties, and strategy. Daphne was trying to get Draco a tactical and bloodless revenge on the Ministry while still having them both look wonderful in the public eye. She knew going in that making the new generation of Malfoys look innocent was going to be an uphill battle, but it was turning out to be harder than she thought.

The lawyers were amassing evidence about the flawed Ministry legal system and searching for previous cases of the wrongly imprisoned unable to seek restitution. The more cases they could find, the better. Draco's side of the story had been printed in the Prophet and been reprinted in a handful of other publications. The Malfoy Scholarship was unofficially earmarked for a half-blood. So long as some poor witch or wizard with a Muggle grandmother or grandfather applied, the money would be theirs. It was important to show some generousity to those of impure blood. They certainly weren't giving the money to a mublood, but a mixed child would be fine.

With all of these plates in the air, Daphne wanted to relax over an afternoon snack. To that end, she'd sent last minute owls to Mandy (with Harry's name for politeness), Draco, and Theodore, inviting them to meet her at the smart, new cocktail and appetizer restaurant that had opened in a loft above a luxury clothing store. If they didn't get the owls in time, she was sure she'd know someone who was there already.

User: slygreengrass Date: 2010-03-11 01:00 (UTC) Subject: (no subject)

Daphne nodded along with what Theodore had said, frowning slightly. He was quite right about it all, and she certainly hoped her husband would learn something from his misery. Something that would keep him out of trouble.

The change of subject was quite welcome, and Daphne laughed despite herself. "I find it fantastically absurd. She told me, not long ago, that it started back in the castle. After Granger had passed. Mandy bought into the branwashing as well, more than either of us. She hides it well in mixed company, and these days, she's either in denial or trying to change. So, being near him while Granger was alive was never appealing.

"The fact that I heard nothing of it until more than a year after it began is telling. She hid it from her pureblood circle... I suppose she thought we'd all shun her with him being a halfblood- and the face of all that fights against our idealogical upbringing. I don't know what he's playing at, though. He has to know her thoughts on blood purity and her family's financial backing of the Cause. She can't have hidden it this long. What do you make of it?" she finished, taking a long sip from her drink. This was quite a good cocktail.