She did not have anything particularly against the Vanquisher of Voldemort, she was actually rather grateful for that particular act as the Dark Lord was not conducive to her plans to disregard traditions, but there was no way she would be able to fade out of memory married to the biggest celebrity in Magical Britain. Since she was a child, Daphne had planned to build a tower in some out of the way forest where she could conduct her research in peace with no distractions or society telling her what was or was not acceptable for a lady.Īnd so when the world pulled one last trick on her in the form of a marriage contract to the Potter scion, there was little Daphne could do but mourn for her shattered dreams. All she wanted was to be left alone to study the higher mysteries of magic.
During her school years she was known as the Ice Queen, but it was not the case that Daphne was a hateful person. Because of that her father took no chances with her education and guaranteed her to be the perfect wife.īut just like the plant with which she shared a name, she had a poison running through her. As the elder daughter, it fell upon her to continue her family name, and so it was doubly important that she get a good match. She knew the etiquette, she was capable of running a household, she was fiscally trained to ensure the survival of the Greengrass family even with no male heirs. She couldn’t tell you the Principal Exceptions to Gamp’s Law, or how to brew Polyjuice, but she could talk for days on the latent theory behind even the simplest of charms.Īnd she had been raised in the ways of a traditional pureblood. She could apply what she had learned and make predictions about phenomena she was unfamiliar with. She could deduce, extrapolate, generalize from incomplete data. Not like the Granger girl who seemed to just know things, Daphne was smart in a different way. Make up, after all, was for plebeians not born after hundreds of years of selective breeding.
Her pale skin looked rich and healthy, with natural coloring giving her definition without needing to debase herself with the products others used. Bright blue eyes, the color of the sky, sat above high cheekbones in a perfectly symmetrical face. Wavy black hair flowed in tresses down her head and down to the small of her back. Mesmerizing, stunning, enthralling, really. She was beautiful, nay, beyond beautiful. Daphne Potter nee Greengrass could have been the perfect wife.
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