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: nott_involved Date: 2010-03-11 01:36 (UTC) Subject: (no subject)

The server brought Theodore another drink. He waited until she left, not wanting her to catch anything they were talking about.

"Well, you know how I was in school, I never really cared much about who was dating whom. I think I recall guessing that something was going on between the two of them. Mandy said something at your wedding that re-confirmed it. I had all but forgotten.

"I can't say that I know what to think about their relationship. Harry's not a fool; I imagine that he's put two and two together. But I assume that something would have to give, and Harry seems far too stubborn to give up on his principles. Maybe Mandy's changing."

Theodore shrugged. It occurred to him that he'd changed a lot himself since his school days. He remembered being so angry at Harry after the Ministry fiasco in fifth year that put his father in prison. But Theodore eventually realized that his father was a fool, and that blaming Harry was useless.