Blood and Healing
A/N: This is part of the rpg Blood and Healing located at bah-rpg on lj. All post will be posted there first, then here a day later. The RPG is DH compliant and runs in real time.
Daphne Greengrass- Welcome to My World
The Slytherin Princesses. That's what they called me and Pansy in school. We had the best of everything growing up. Coming from old Pureblood families, that is not surprising, I guess.
My father was business partners with hers, as were their fathers before them, until things changed the summer after my 5th year at Hogwarts. I never learned all of the details, but my father made a bad business deal and lost all of his shares of the company. A month later, he was found dead in Dublin.
It was ruled a suicide by the Irish MLE, but anyone who knew my father knows that he would never do that. The MLE said they had no evidence though and refused to investigate. When it was presented to the British MLE, they ruled the same way.
Obviously, my mother was upset, and with Voldemort back, thought it best to send me out of the country. So I finished my education at Beauxbatons, and stayed out of England until Potter defeated Voldemort.
When I arrived back in England, I was surprised by the changes. Pansy had inherited her share of the company, my ex-Head of House was dead, Draco was hiding in Malfoy Manor, and my mother was being seen with various wealthy pure-blood wizards.
She seemed to think that she had to have a wizard in her life to protect her, and is weak for a wizard with charm. That is the difference between my mother and me. My two years abroad had taught me to be independent and make my own choices.
I moved back in to the family manor, but wanting to be my own witch, knew I needed a job. I figured my best option was trying to get into the business my family had been in for a century.
I contacted Pansy, and she, for whatever reason, hired me as a manager for one of P&G Incorporation's finer restaurants in London. It was insulting at first to be an employee of a business I should be half owner of, but over the years I have adjusted.
By the time I was 21, my mother married her third husband. I moved out of the manor and into a roomy flat in Yorksire. I was tired of hearing constantly how I needed to get married to a rich wizard and not worry about working. My mother forgot that while she was no longer a Greengrass, I was.
When my grandmother passed away a year later, she made me promise to get the Greengrass shares of the business back no matter what I had to do.
So for the last six years, I have spent my time saving money, being nice to Pansy, and learning all I can about the business. When the time comes I want to prove that I know what I am doing and that I am a Greengrass.