There were days that he tolerated his fame; on these days, his space was respected and he was not asked to hold a screaming baby for a photo or give Grandma her dying kiss. However, today was not a good day. Running his hand through his already ruined hair, Harry Potter pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and sighed in unison with the desperate girls that now lined the aisles of Quality Quidditch Supplies. As the owners began to fawn over him, he gave an awkward smile to the now forming crowd and ducked out of the shop. Hustling down Diagon Alley, he nervously glanced over his shoulder towards the mass of giggling girls that would attempt to disperse whenever he turned around. Slowly they began to close in on him, panic beginning to rise at the thought of ripped clothes and torn hair. When he could feel the first tendrils of teen perfume invading his space, he escaped into one of the many side alleys quickly entering the first shop.
A light twinkle announced his entrance but before he could take in the store front he slipped behind the heavy curtains until the horde passed the window, screaming his name in desperation. As they cleared the alleyway, he straightened up and gave a feeble smile to the man standing at the counter. Standing slowly, his hand encountered an odd texture on the stool he used to lever up on: lace. Backing towards the curtains again, he realized in horror the store that he had run into refuge for was none other than Mrs. Twiddleywinks Legally Blind and Binding Dating Services
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She stared, resigned, at the sheet that lay deceptively calm on her parlor table. Shaking her head slightly, she took a sip from her tea and put on her gracious smile.
"But Daph, you know I'm just so busy with all the charity balls coming up. There's no time for me to join, no matter how... interesting and pleasant the experience may be," she took another sip, praying that Daphne would push no farther. Pansy Parkinson was now the only Slytherin female that was not in a committed relationship, and as a result all in her social circle pushed their relationship dreams upon her. No matter how many times she said no to dates and other services, Pansy had the first choice of the best of the worst.
"Of course I factored that into my decision, you would only have to go to dinner once a week, always on a weeknight," Daphne thrust the paper closer to Pansy, "The dates do not have to be any specific length of time and if you leave, nobody would know it was you!" Triumphantly, Daphne waved a quill in her face.
"Yes but planning each event requires constant work and attention; really, it would be selfish of me to use my time on this than to help those in need," Pansy gave her full attention to the plate of tea cakes that had appeared before her.
"Oh, don't worry Pans, I already talked to your co-chairs, you know Millicent, and they were so happy that you were taking a step towards a happy family and home," sweetly, Daphne pushed the quill into Pansy's hand, "There's nothing in your way."
In truth, Pansy knew how futile her attempts to stop Daphne were and paired with the dull support of their friends there was no point to argue. Resigned to her fate, Pansy gave Daphne a death glare then began to fill out the form for the dating service of Mrs. Twiddleywinks. "I'll have you know that if I commit suicide, I'm listing you as the murderer," she muttered as she began to fill in height, weight and hip size.