Chapter 2
"Slap Me with a Splintered Ruler"
--
The train for Hogwarts left the following morning. It was getting late already, and Daphne wanted to get a good night's sleep. Her last night of summer freedom. How depressing. Her stuff was already packed and there really was nothing more to do but sleep, but she just couldn't do it.
Daphne sighed and left her room. She passed by Camille's room, but she thought twice about knocking. She didn't feel like bothering her, plus Camille was a beauty sleep kind of person. Then there was Draco's room. The light was on.
Daphne knocked. "Come in," Draco called out. Daphne opened the door and stepped in. Draco looked up from a book he was reading on his bed. "Hey Daphne," He greeted with puzzlement in his voice.
"I know it's late, but I can't sleep," Daphne confessed, shuffling over to his bed and plopping down next to him.
"So you come to me?"
"I knew you'd still be awake," Daphne pointed out. She looked around his room and noticed he was all packed to go too. "I really don't want to go back to school," Daphne complained.
Draco snorted. "Me either, but only because I have better things to do."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Daphne wanted to know.
Draco shifted and took awhile to answer. "Anything, really. Anything's better than wasting away at school."
"You're not telling me what I want to know," Daphne pointed out.
"Yeah? Well maybe I don't want too," Draco replied annoyed.
Daphne rolled over and stared at him. "You do too want to tell me. You want to tell someone. Anyone. It's been on your mind for ages, and you just can't bear the fact you can't tell anyone." Daphne smiled.
"I'm not telling you anything. It'll only get me in trouble," Draco replied, his eyes determinedly focused on the pages of his book.
"Sure. You know I'll find out sooner or later anyway," Daphne yawned.
"You're tired. Why don't you go to sleep, huh?" Draco suggested.
"Not leaving until you tell me," Daphne proclaimed.
"Oh, come off it. I'm not telling, now don't make me get you out of here," Draco threatened.
"Oho! I'd love to see that," Daphne challenged. But Draco didn't make any rude comment, or attempt to take her out of his room.
"Daphne, just...I'm not going to get into it, ok?" Draco said after awhile. Daphne looked over at him again and he was being seriously serious.
"Why are you being such a party pooper? There were other reasons why I didn't want to come to your house for the summer, but this certainly wasn't one until now," Daphne said sadly.
"Times have changed. We're almost adults now, so give me a break," Draco grumbled. Daphne slipped out of his bed and headed towards the door. "Hey, Daph?" Draco called out before she left. Daphne turned around. "Don't worry about it, ok? Just know that it isn't personal. I just can't tell anyone."
Daphne sighed then nodded. So much for trying to get it out him. It's none of my business, I shouldn't even have bothered, Daphne thought. She smiled at him to let him know she was ok with it. "Good night Draco."
"'Night Daphne."
--
Of course, Daphne wouldn't let him get away with it that easily. She acted like everything was fine between them the morning after, and she even pulled off being a little friendlier than usual. Now it was Camille and Draco who suspected something was askew.
"Happy to be going back, I suppose," Camille muttered to herself as she watched Daphne's behavior.
"We don't want to be late!" Daphne was trilling, trying to move faster out of the door but Snape was unfortunately in the way.
"We will not be late, Daphne, so please stop pushing up against me," Snape ordered annoyed.
"Then hurry up, will ya?" Daphne impatiently snapped.
Draco muttered something inaudible but for some reason had a confident smirk displayed across his face. Camille half wished she was going to Hogwarts simply so she could see why the two of them were so happy to be leaving. This was definitely something that didn't occur often.
"Alright, everyone got everything?" Narcissa asked in a rather dull voice.
Daphne looked up at her to smile and say that she had everything but the look on Narcissa's face stopped Daphne from doing so. Something was wrong. It looked as if the woman would burst to tears any moment.
Snape was slightly ahead down the walkway to the house and Daphne ran to catch up to him. "Severus!" Daphne called, coming up behind him and pulling on the sleeve of his robe.
"Yes, princess, what is it?"
"It's Cissy. What's wrong?" Daphne wondered in low tones.
"It's got nothing to do with you." Snape's black eyes bore into Daphne's curious green ones, but she didn't step back or recoil. This was just Uncle Snape's way of telling her she should take what he just said seriously.
"Ohh c'mon, you always tell me everything!" Daphne complained.
"It's not my position to tell. If anything, you should ask Draco. If he doesn't want to tell you then I'm sorry," Was all Snape replied.
Daphne scowled and stomped her foot childishly. She turned back and saw that everyone was ready to go. Oh, who cares. I'll get it out of him soon enough, Daphne thought.
And pretty soon they were at King's Cross Station, about to board the train that would take them back to Hogwarts. Daphne and Draco always showed up a tad earlier than the crowd to ensure a good compartment. However, since Draco was a prefect this year, Daphne wondered whether they should have even bothered.
Camille's eyes were slowly welling up with tears, and when Daphne finished hugging her the tears were already streaming down her beautifully pale face. Daphne grimaced and hated the fact that even while crying Camille's good looking features never failed her. "I'm going to miss you guys so much!" She confessed dramatically.
Draco rolled his eyes. "We'll be fine," He simply said back.
Narcissa was looking as if she was going to follow suit with Camille. However, she was trying hard to keep her tears to herself. She went off a little ways to have a private talk with Draco and Daphne turned to Snape.
"He better tell me what's going on," Daphne simply said, in a tone that indicated that if she didn't find out soon, Snape had better tell her or else.
"Listen," Snape suddenly ordered, and his hand reached for something within his robes. "Forget Draco. He knows what he's supposed to do, but unfortunately, we were at a loss for time to explain to you what you will be doing differently at Hogwarts this year." He pulled a letter out and handed it to her.
"What's this?" Daphne wondered, an eyebrow raised in confusion as if she didn't quite know why the person who sent her this sent it in the first place.
"It's a letter from him, as you can see. He couldn't find a good place and time to meet with you. He will definitely be trying in the near future. However, he has told me of his plans so that during school you can come to me if you have any questions," Snape replied.
Daphne just let out an angered noise, something between a groan and a scoff. "He's giving me orders, now, is that it?"
"He usually wouldn't. But you are not stupid; you know what's going on. He needs all the help he can get during these times," Snape said.
"But why me?"
"I'm merely the messenger boy."
"So much for telling you his plans so I can come to you for help," Daphne pointed out sarcastically. "Listen, what if I don't-?"
"You know perfectly well what would happen," Snape interrupted. "Don't anger him, Daphne. That's not exactly what we need right now."
"Oh, and having to do whatever is in this letter is what I need right now? I just wanna finish school in peace," Daphne grumbled irritably. She already had the feeling that whatever the Dark Lord has asked her to do was going to be annoying, stupid, and not what she had in mind for the school year.
"Quit acting like a baby. You can pull it off, trust me. And you'll have help," Snape explained.
"What kind of help?"
"I will be there of course, and I'm afraid Camille will be joining Hogwarts shortly."
"What?"
"She doesn't know that quite yet but it's because we don't need her right now. But yes, he plans to have her help you. She's been dying for a chance to help him anyway, what with everything that's happened to her family-"
"Snape, this...," But Daphne couldn't even finish. She didn't care anymore. "You know what? Whatever. I'll do it, as long as it doesn't interfere with my school life."
Snape winced slightly. "It might just-"
"Great," Daphne cut him off. "Well, at least Camille will be there to help me. When is she going to join the school, do you know?"
"Not yet. But I will soon. For now anyway, I think it best you get comfortable on that train and read your letter."
"Can I tell Draco about it?" Daphne wondered as she walked closer to the train. Draco had already gone in and Narcissa was talking quietly with Camille.
"He might get disturbed,"–Daphne scowled at this–"But if anything, it might grant you entry into what he's doing. Maybe you two can have a switch off, or something," Snape suggested.
"Good idea. Well I better be off then. I'll see you soon," Daphne gave her uncle a hug for good measure and with a final farewell to Camille and Narcissa she entered the train.
It was already pretty packed for the train would be departing very soon. Daphne hurriedly tried to find Draco and his cronies, whom she had no choice but to sit with as she always did every year. The letter Snape gave her was gripped in her hand and she sighed every time she noticed it.
Finally, she heard Draco's familiar obnoxious voice ring out from a compartment that hasn't yet been closed. She came inside to see that Draco and his usual gang of followers had already gotten comfortable.
"Ah, Daphne. What took you?" Draco interrupted his story to acknowledge her presence.
"Nothing, had a talk with Snape before leaving. So what did I miss?" She took a seat between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe, who was reading a comic. Daphne looked over his hunched shoulder but didn't find the comic all that interesting, so she turned back to face Draco and Pansy Parkinson.
"Nothing really. Blaise just got a letter from some teacher asking him to join him for lunch," Draco informed.
Blaise turned to Daphne. "Some guy named Slughorn-?"
"Doesn't ring a bell, sorry," Daphne gave him an apologetic smile.
"Anyway, I don't see why the bloke didn't give me an invitation," Draco continued, looking annoyed. Daphne rolled her eyes. "But if you go now Blaise, you can come back early and tell us what happened."
"Yeah, sure." Blaise stood up and headed out. This gave Daphne more room so she slid over to sit against the window and watch the passing scenery outside. She ignored Pansy and her pathetic attempts to flirt with Draco. Then she remembered she still had that letter to read.
Unrolling it, she skimmed first to see how long it was. Then she began to read.
--
"Daphne, if your mouth doesn't close right now I'm afraid you'll swallow more flies than usual," Draco warned irritably.
Daphne was still shocked as she read the letter a fifth time. "I–This–," She stuttered, not knowing what to do first. Her options were to either tear the letter in half and scream at the top of her lungs, or faint. She liked the first option better but she needed the letter to comprehend exactly what it said.
"Now you look as if you've just seen Snape naked," Draco added, noticing her pale face and shocked expression. "If it's that letter that's causing you to freak, lemme get a look at it-"
"No! No, no, no, no, no," Daphne repeated as Draco snaked an arm near her to grab the letter. She thrust it against her chest. His hand recoiled and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Well, then, c'mon. Spit it out. What does it say? Who's it from?"
"I can't tell you right now, per se...," Daphne hissed, giving Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle a quick glance. They were all looking at her.
"Fine," Draco shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. But she knew he'd be bugging her about it later.
But all Daphne could worry about right now was what the letter said. That bastard! That absolute bastard! She made sure to scream in her mind rather than out loud. She really didn't understand Voldemort sometimes. Was he this desperate? Daphne couldn't help replace her look of shock with a look of disgust. Now, she thought, would be a rather good time to faint.
However, Blaise chose this moment to re enter the compartment. Or at least he tried too. Upon coming in, when he tried closing the door after him it wouldn't shut. Everyone was distracted with this for awhile and forgot about Daphne.
I can't believe Snape knew about this and didn't stop him! Daphne thought angrily. She'd definitely be having a talk with her Head of House very, very soon. Meanwhile, Blaise had toppled into Goyle's lap for unknown reasons and Daphne tried hard not to laugh.
To Daphne's horror, or perhaps she hadn't noticed this before, Draco lay his head on Pansy's lap soon after. What the fuck? Daphne thought. Had Pansy actually succeeded in winning him over?
"So, Zabini," Draco finally broke the silence, "what did that Slughorn character want?"
"He was trying to kiss up to people who were well connected, basically," Blaise informed, glaring at Goyle. "He didn't seem to have found many people, though."
"Who else got sent there?" Draco demanded.
"McLaggen from Gryffindor," Blaise replied.
"Yeah...His uncle is big in the Ministry, after all," Draco shrugged.
"Some Belby from Ravenclaw...?"
"He's a prat!" Pansy put in.
"Then just Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl," Blaise completed.
"What the fuck? He invited Longbottom?" Draco cried out incredulously, sitting up.
"Well...He was there..."
"What's that Longbottom loser got that interested Slughorn?" Draco wanted to know, as if someone in the compartment had the answer. Daphne listened to all this and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. At least it gave her a distraction to what the letter still in her hands told her.
"Oh, well of course he invited Potter," Draco continued, scowling something awful. The mention of his name all of a sudden made Daphne jump, and her stomach churn uneasily. Great, back to thoughts on what she had to do...
"I don't see why he invited that Weasley girl, nothing special about her I'm sure-"
"Well, I know that a lot of boys seem to like her. Even Blaise thinks she's good looking!" Pansy trilled, and Daphne wanted to smack her in the face just for being so annoying. Daphne hated it when Pansy acted as if she actually knew something.
Blaise displayed a scowl eager to beat Draco's. "I wouldn't ever touch a blood traitor like her, are you kidding?"
"I just pity Slughorn's taste. Poor man has gone off his rocker, I reckon. Sucks for him, my dad always said he was a good teacher back in his day. Slughorn must have heard I wasn't on the train or something-" Draco was rambling still.
"Doubt it," Blaise replied, cutting him off. "When I first got there he asked about Nott's father. Apparently they were old buddies or something, but when he heard he'd been caught at the Ministry he didn't look pleased. Nott didn't end up getting an invitation. Slughorn's probably not interested in Death Eaters."
Draco laughed awkwardly. "Whatever, who cares. He's just another stupid teacher, when you think about it," He said, yawning. "I might not even be going to Hogwarts next year anyway, so why should I care?"
Daphne's ears perked up. She had been staring out the window, but it sounded as if Draco might let something out about what's been going on with him. She looked over to see Pansy's panic stricken face.
"What do you mean you might not be coming to Hogwarts next year?" She whined.
"You never know, Pansy dear. I could have found better and bigger things to do than school."
Daphne joined in when everybody stared at him. While they gave him dumbfounded looks, Daphne preferred to scrutinize him. This is really starting to bug me, Daphne thought. But she knew now that it must have something to do with the precious 'Dark Lord'. In a most rare coincidence, Pansy read Daphne's mind.
"Do you mean...well, Him?"
Draco only shrugged. "My mum wants me to finish school, but I don't think it's that important anymore. Think about it. When the Dark Lord takes over, do you really think being smart and having good O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s will save you? No, it won't."
"Oh, so at sixteen years old and barely qualified, you think you can do something?" Blaise wanted to know sarcastically.
Daphne thought the same thing. But then again, the letter in her hands proved otherwise as well. Was Draco basically telling them that Voldemort had asked him to do something too? Now Daphne had no doubts at all. However, she couldn't very well talk to him about it with the others here. Daphne decided to wait until everyone had left the compartment.
"I can see Hogwarts," Draco announced to stop the arguing and not give Blaise a decent reply, "why don't we get ready to leave."
Daphne stuffed the letter in her pocket and deliberately took awhile to put her things together. Once everyone filed out, and she saw that everyone in the train was filing out too, she decided to talk to Draco. "Hey, Draco? I was just-"
"Shh," Draco stopped her and he listened to something intently.
"What?" Daphne wanted to know.
"I don't know I have the feeling someone's here."
Daphne rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. Now Draco, about what you were saying-"
"Look," Draco interrupted, stopping her with his hand. "I'll talk to you about it later, ok? Just not here. Go catch up with the others, will ya?"
Daphne didn't like being ordered about. "Whatever," She replied, giving him a hard shove before leaving.
When she finally left the train and descended upon the dark platform with the rest of the students, she decided to wait for Draco and talk to him on the way to Hogwarts. She saw that while most of his friends decided to leave without him, loyal Pansy also stuck behind.
"Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on him," Daphne told her, and she tried not to sound sarcastic but that was impossible. Pansy merely gave Daphne a glare. "No, seriously. Leave with the others; I have to talk to Draco about something."
"Whatever," Pansy huffed and as if she was the better woman, lifted her nose up in the air haughtily and walked away. Daphne just looked at her weird, wondering whether Pansy actually thought Daphne wanted to steal Draco from her. The thought made her shudder, or perhaps it was just slightly cold.
Finally, Draco appeared, looking back over his shoulder before looking forward again and noticing that Daphne had stayed behind. "I thought I told you to go with the others," Draco mumbled before they set off together.
"I don't take orders very well, I'm afraid. There goes my dream of being a Death Eater," Daphne replied sarcastically, and Draco chortled hollowly. Daphne however, didn't crack a smile. "The jig is up, Malfoy. Spit it out."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Now, listen; I got a letter from Voldemort. If you tell me what he's ordered you to do, I'll tell you what I have to do," Daphne suggested.
"Was that the letter you were reading back in the train?"
"Yes, now tell me already!" Daphne snapped impatiently.
Draco gave her a worried look, a pleading look even. Daphne didn't let her guard down; she stared up at him more menacing than ever. "I really don't have a choice, do I?"
"Nope."
"Alright, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone. And, you can't try stopping me either. In fact, I might even ask you to help me in this," Draco murmured so quietly Daphne moved closer to him so she could hear.
"This is what I've got to do..."
--
After the welcoming feast, Daphne made sure to storm straight into Snape's office. She half expected him not to be there since she had practically sprinted, but she knew he was expecting her. Even though he was now assigned the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he made his office and classroom look just as gloomy as his Potions classroom. Daphne hardly noticed the difference.
"You!" She cried the second she stepped in.
Snape already had a notion on what this meeting would be about, so with a dull flick of his wand he made the door behind Daphne close shut and lock. "Yes, darling Daphne?"
"You-!" Daphne couldn't even finish, besides, Snape had slightly risen his eyebrow in curiosity as to what she would dare call him. "I can't believe you didn't tell me before! Or had given me a say in the matter!"
"Precisely because you had no say in the matter," Snape replied patiently. "And I certainly didn't expect this sort of reaction. Surely you think the task simple?"
"Simple? Simple?" Daphne screeched. "I want to see you try and do it!"
"You know I wouldn't be able too," Snape scowled, though he blinked slowly as if picturing it. "No," He then added. "Wouldn't work."
"This is the sickest thing I've ever been ordered to do," Daphne continued with a look of disgust.
"Have you ever, exactly, been ordered to do something anyway?" Snape pointed out.
"Shut up! You know it's wrong!" Daphne screamed.
"Calm down," Snape replied calmly. "Let's look at this in a decent manner. What is so difficult about your job?"
"The fact that I have to do it," Daphne hissed through gritted teeth.
"What's so wrong about you doing it? You're perfectly capable. You're the right age, right position to, it's perfect-"
"Look Severus, you're not getting it," Daphne fumed, pacing back and forth. "I'm in Slytherin. Harry Potter is in Gryffindor. We don't interact," She pointed out.
"It would seem rather strange to see a Slytherin student and a Gryffindor student 'interacting' as you call it, especially Potter, but it's not like he's not used to people talking about him. You'll get over it."
"Exactly. That's my point. People will talk. People will notice. If you haven't yourself noticed already, I'm not exactly well known around here. I chose to keep it that way and I want it that way."
"I'm sorry darling, but that will just have to change. Maybe even for the better," Snape shrugged a shoulder.
"Severus!" Daphne whined loudly. "I'm your niece! How could you sit back and watch me being told to do this! Especially with Potter!"
"I was rather disturbed too, but think about what would happen if you succeeded. That would indeed, be of great help to the Dark Lord, and he would honor you terrifically-"
"I don't care about being honored by him! I don't care about him in general!" Daphne spluttered, gripping Snape's desk and giving him a desperate look. "You know I'm not like them. I may have the power, but I am far from interested. Please get me out this, Snape. Please!"
"I can't," Snape snapped irritably. "Don't you think I tried? But it's a good plan and you have to do it. All you have to do is do a bit of acting and you're done."
"It's hard to act like you like someone when you secretly don't, Severus," Daphne pointed out annoyed. "Besides, who in their right mind would think that Harry Potter could fall for me?"
"Apparently your father," Snape pointed out.
"He's not my dad and you know it," Daphne muttered, still angry. But she couldn't deal with thoughts of hatred towards Voldemort just yet; Daphne was smart, and she knew that getting him angry would only be stupid. No matter how much it sucked (and yes, it sucked) she had to do what he told her to do.
"Doesn't matter what he thinks you are or what you think he is," Snape tried to change subject. "You are going to do it, yes?"
"I suppose. If I have no choice."
"You don't."
"Well then I jolly well should do it then, right?" Daphne replied irritably.
"Think about it Daph. All you have to do is drop some hints, get him to like you-"
"Getting some stupid teenage boy to fall for me won't be hard," Daphne replied. "It's just the second part to this whole evil plan."
"Don't worry, Voldemort will take care of the rest I'm sure," Snape reassured her.
"Duh." Daphne then remembered something else, another reason why she was here. "Alright well, now that I've cleared this all up with you, and have found no possible loophole into getting out of this uncomfortable situation, I'd like to talk about something else. Or rather, someone else. Perhaps you know him? Draco Malfoy. Future Death Eater extra ordinaire!" Daphne proclaimed sarcastically.
"So he told you," Snape realized.
"Yes, in return for what my letter said. You were right; he was quite disturbed and if I do this I don't think he'll ever look at me the same way again," Daphne confessed sadly.
"He'll be far too worried about his own duty. Now, I want you to go to bed and get some sleep over this. Don't worry about Draco or what he has to do; if he asks you for help, help him if you want. But if I were you, I wouldn't let him interfere with you and Potter. He despises Potter way too much for you to trust him," Snape explained.
"Aye, aye Captain," Daphne waved a hand tiredly as she turned around to head out.
"And don't get mad at Voldemort. He means well."
"Sure."
"Anyway, you know where to find me," Snape reminded her, and after a final wave he opened and shut the door for her.
Daphne made her way to the Slytherin common room in a daze of confusion and anger. Anger at what she had to do, and how it indeed did interfere with her school year, and confusion as to why she had been ordered to do it. Surely Camille would have been a better choice, but then again she didn't attend Hogwarts, at least not at the moment. Perhaps that was why she was coming in the first place, because Voldemort thought Daphne needed some 'female help'.
What, does he think I can't seduce a guy by myself? Daphne wondered. Daphne wasn't the most romantic person, and she hasn't really ever had a boyfriend, but that didn't mean she couldn't get one if she wanted. She just hasn't wanted. But then again, Camille might know some things Daphne doesn't (from years of experience, Daphne was sure) and that might come in handy. Besides, having a familiar face when Daphne usually doesn't have any friends would be most comforting.
Speaking of familiar faces, she ran into Draco in the common room all by himself. "Wanted a midnight snack, did you?" Daphne wondered.
"No, just having some time alone," Draco replied, smiling up at her weakly.
Daphne was awfully tired but spared a few minutes. She took a seat next to him and yawned. "I talked to Snape about my...well, 'duty'," Daphne told him.
"And?"
"He's not going to get me out of it. He's all up for it, actually. Thinks I could pull it off. Isn't this situation the most random piece of rubbish you could ever imagine?" Daphne mused, perplexed. "Me, seduce Potter to the dark side. It's just plain insanity, that's what it is. He's never going to do it, no matter how many girls try."
Draco shrugged. "You're not a normal girl, Daph. I think you could pull it off."
Daphne scoffed. "This coming from the same guy who was practically bit my head off over this, as if it was my idea, a mere hour ago. What makes you think this is normal?"
"It's not normal, definitely not. But it is a good plan. What if Potter did join the Dark Side? How good would that be? I can tell what the Dark Lord was thinking," Draco rubbed his chin in thought.
"That's just it though. Potter's never going to do that. You must be mad if you think that after all this he'd give in because of a girl!"
"Again, you're not a normal girl, Daphne," Draco pointed out, peering over at her wisely. "You're smart and more powerful than most people our age. And, let's just say you didn't inherit Snape's ravishing looks."
Daphne laughed. "Are you calling me good looking?"
Draco shrugged. "You could be. If you fixed your hair up a bit, maybe wore some make up..."
Daphne chucked a throw pillow at him. "You prat!" She cried.
"I was kidding! Sheesh. Yes, if you had to ask me, you're pretty hot. Alright?"
Now Daphne just looked at him weirdly. "Draco, that's gross. We're practically brother and sister."
"I know. I'm sorry. But I didn't want to get hit again," He confessed.
Daphne laughed and stood up. "Well, I'm off to bed. Better start dreaming of ways to woo 'the Chosen One'," She said sarcastically.
"Oh, please, don't make me throw up," Draco pleaded, and Daphne noted he did look a bit green.
"Hey, at least you're not the one doing it," Daphne pointed out.
"Still. It's gross."
"Thanks for the support. See you in the morning," Daphne waved before shuffling to the Girl's Dorm.
Draco remained a bit longer, pondering on what he had to do and now what Daphne had to do. It seemed the Dark Lord really did need help, if he was asking two sixteen year olds to simultaneously do what most people would call impossible.
Draco wondered if Voldemort himself even thought it was possible...or if both these orders were just a lost cause.
--
A/N: So I guess we finally do know what Daphne's going to be busying herself with throughout the year, now don't we? Now the only question is, will it work? What will her first attempt even be should she actually decide to go through with this? Tune in. And do review!