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The Color of Black
Chapter 3: Close interactions
Daphne woke to the sound of thunder. She looked out her musty window, and sighed annoyedly. It was pouring out there, and she could barely see the street.
"Damn!"she said dejectedly as she wandered to her teeny kitchen. The pantry was barely 3 feet from the beginning of the kitchen. Opening the door with her wand, she payed the owl that perched on her window sill, looking unapprovingly at her.
Opening it, she sighed. Yet another article on Harry Potter's non- defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named(Voldemort, she said angrily under her breath). A granola bar now floated toward her, along with orange juice.
She sat down at the table and munched silently while she read the new news. She then put away her dishes and sat on her raggedy couch, looking out the window.
She spent most of her morning trying to make the rain stop, but gave up and went to her fireplace. Today was the only days non-ministry workers were allowed inside the Ministry building.
She picked up the cracke pot on the mantle and ran her pale hands through the powder in there. She took a small handful and threw it into the already lit fire. The flames flew upwards, an Emerald green before shrinking again.
She hated to floo, it made her want to barf up whatever she hadn't eaten in the last two hours. She took a deep, slow breath and stepped in the fire, all the while yelling at the top of her lungs "The Ministry of Magic!"She quickly tucked in her elbows and squeezed her eyes shut tight.
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She flew out of a fireplace, landing hard on her back. She stood up slowly, wincing at how much her back now ached. Brushing ash off her green shirt and black jeans, she looked around.
She started to walk when she ran into a man coming out of the next fireplace
"I'm sorry!"she exclaimed at the same time as the man"Oh no." He said,"I am. Oh, Daphne!It's you!"
It was Mr. Weasley. In Daphne's fifth through seventh year, Daphne had stayed the summer with the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley had always disapproved of her, but Mr. Weasley seemed to like her.
Daphne liked Mr. Weasley, too. She used to have a humongo crush on Fred, the more rambunctious of the twins. She'd went out with him, too, but he had always like Angelina, and they soon broke up.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley,"she said "Could you help me out?I need to know how to get auror information."Mr. Weasley smiled shortly
"Ah," he said,"Follow me, I'll take you to Sarah."Mr. Weasley started walking to the opposite end of the hall. There at the end ws a golden fountain, of a witch, wizard, centaur, and a house elf. She barely glanced at it though.
Behind it, there was a black contraption that had a gate in front of it. Mr. Weasley pushed open the door with a little struggle, and stepped in motioning for Daphne to follow
"Come on, lets hurry.I have to get to work-oh!Harry!Hallo, my boy and how are you?"Mr. Weasley was talking to a boy that had just walked in behind Daphne.
The boy-man-had jet black heir that looked as though it hadn't been brushed in ages. He was tan and tall, and through his white shirt she could see the outline of hard earned muscles. His aristrocratic face had high cheekbones and sparkling green eyes. His face now wore a frown.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley."He said quietly.
"Have you met Daphne?Daphne Black"Harry's head shot up at her name
How dare Mr. Weasley call her Black. Really, it was all a big typo, her name was Meadows and she said so"My name's Daphne Meadows, not Daphne Black"
The lift began to move, and there was a moment of awkward silence while the people in the elevator-type thing looked every where but eack other.
"So."Harry began and Mr. Weasley started to talk, "Harry, lad, would you take Daphne to Sarah and tell her that Arnold gave the resignition for an application?I have got to run" and with out waiting for a reply he ran out at the next stop, leaving Daphne and Harry alone.
Harry pressed a button an the lift began to move once again, a metallic voice filling the shaft. Harry walked out the door at the following stop and Daphne followed, quietly.
They were in a noisy department. Loud voices and laghing filled the little cubicles. Harry walked up to a woman standing talking with a big black man.
"Good morning, Sarah, Professor"The black man was Professor Acu, Harry's seventh year DADA teacher.
"Hello Harry. Umm...""Daphne"Daphne supplied for Sarah. Sarah rolled her eyes.
Sarah was tall, blonde and hazel eyed. She was moon pale and slender. She looked with disdain at Daphne in her tattered attire and punky appearance.
"Can I help you?Danny?""Daphne"Daphne repeated, as Harry edged away slowly from the group with Acu.
"Whatever,"she said, laughing, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to know how to become an auror."Sarah walked away and came back with a stack of papers.
"Here,"she said sharply, tossing the paper at Daphne,"Fill them out and turn them back into me whenever. You don't have to fill them out here."she said, looking at Daphne as if to say 'Don't stay here another second, and while your leaving just don't bother to come back'
Daphne didn't know why Sarah didn't like her, and she had no real desire to find out. Taking the papers, she stomped out, while throwing her dirtiest look at Sarah. She suddenly wished Sarah could hear what she thought of her.
She was sick of people looking down at her because of her blood, her clothes, even how she spoke!She was frickin' sick of it.
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Later that evening, Daphne sat on top ofher bed spread, the packets Sarah gave her in front of her.
Most of the packets were informational packets that talked about being sure this was the job for you, that it was dangerous and blah blah blah. She was now in the process of filling out the few sheets that needed to be turned back into Sarah(oh joy another meeting).
She glanced at the clock, yawning drowsily. The red, digital letters were hard to read. She leaned on top of her arms, closing her eyes.
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What's to happen?Find out in the next chapter.After at least two people review. Two!!That's it!
Preview for Chapter 4:
"I'm dreaming of weird demon-looking things and you say I'm in love?"Daphne looked disbelieving.
"Yes, and I see that you will give me money. Lot's!"Ginny said mysticaly.
The Color of Black
Chapter 3: Close interactions
Daphne woke to the sound of thunder. She looked out her musty window, and sighed annoyedly. It was pouring out there, and she could barely see the street.
"Damn!"she said dejectedly as she wandered to her teeny kitchen. The pantry was barely 3 feet from the beginning of the kitchen. Opening the door with her wand, she payed the owl that perched on her window sill, looking unapprovingly at her.
Opening it, she sighed. Yet another article on Harry Potter's non- defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named(Voldemort, she said angrily under her breath). A granola bar now floated toward her, along with orange juice.
She sat down at the table and munched silently while she read the new news. She then put away her dishes and sat on her raggedy couch, looking out the window.
She spent most of her morning trying to make the rain stop, but gave up and went to her fireplace. Today was the only days non-ministry workers were allowed inside the Ministry building.
She picked up the cracke pot on the mantle and ran her pale hands through the powder in there. She took a small handful and threw it into the already lit fire. The flames flew upwards, an Emerald green before shrinking again.
She hated to floo, it made her want to barf up whatever she hadn't eaten in the last two hours. She took a deep, slow breath and stepped in the fire, all the while yelling at the top of her lungs "The Ministry of Magic!"She quickly tucked in her elbows and squeezed her eyes shut tight.
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She flew out of a fireplace, landing hard on her back. She stood up slowly, wincing at how much her back now ached. Brushing ash off her green shirt and black jeans, she looked around.
She started to walk when she ran into a man coming out of the next fireplace
"I'm sorry!"she exclaimed at the same time as the man"Oh no." He said,"I am. Oh, Daphne!It's you!"
It was Mr. Weasley. In Daphne's fifth through seventh year, Daphne had stayed the summer with the Weasleys. Mrs. Weasley had always disapproved of her, but Mr. Weasley seemed to like her.
Daphne liked Mr. Weasley, too. She used to have a humongo crush on Fred, the more rambunctious of the twins. She'd went out with him, too, but he had always like Angelina, and they soon broke up.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley,"she said "Could you help me out?I need to know how to get auror information."Mr. Weasley smiled shortly
"Ah," he said,"Follow me, I'll take you to Sarah."Mr. Weasley started walking to the opposite end of the hall. There at the end ws a golden fountain, of a witch, wizard, centaur, and a house elf. She barely glanced at it though.
Behind it, there was a black contraption that had a gate in front of it. Mr. Weasley pushed open the door with a little struggle, and stepped in motioning for Daphne to follow
"Come on, lets hurry.I have to get to work-oh!Harry!Hallo, my boy and how are you?"Mr. Weasley was talking to a boy that had just walked in behind Daphne.
The boy-man-had jet black heir that looked as though it hadn't been brushed in ages. He was tan and tall, and through his white shirt she could see the outline of hard earned muscles. His aristrocratic face had high cheekbones and sparkling green eyes. His face now wore a frown.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley."He said quietly.
"Have you met Daphne?Daphne Black"Harry's head shot up at her name
How dare Mr. Weasley call her Black. Really, it was all a big typo, her name was Meadows and she said so"My name's Daphne Meadows, not Daphne Black"
The lift began to move, and there was a moment of awkward silence while the people in the elevator-type thing looked every where but eack other.
"So."Harry began and Mr. Weasley started to talk, "Harry, lad, would you take Daphne to Sarah and tell her that Arnold gave the resignition for an application?I have got to run" and with out waiting for a reply he ran out at the next stop, leaving Daphne and Harry alone.
Harry pressed a button an the lift began to move once again, a metallic voice filling the shaft. Harry walked out the door at the following stop and Daphne followed, quietly.
They were in a noisy department. Loud voices and laghing filled the little cubicles. Harry walked up to a woman standing talking with a big black man.
"Good morning, Sarah, Professor"The black man was Professor Acu, Harry's seventh year DADA teacher.
"Hello Harry. Umm...""Daphne"Daphne supplied for Sarah. Sarah rolled her eyes.
Sarah was tall, blonde and hazel eyed. She was moon pale and slender. She looked with disdain at Daphne in her tattered attire and punky appearance.
"Can I help you?Danny?""Daphne"Daphne repeated, as Harry edged away slowly from the group with Acu.
"Whatever,"she said, laughing, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to know how to become an auror."Sarah walked away and came back with a stack of papers.
"Here,"she said sharply, tossing the paper at Daphne,"Fill them out and turn them back into me whenever. You don't have to fill them out here."she said, looking at Daphne as if to say 'Don't stay here another second, and while your leaving just don't bother to come back'
Daphne didn't know why Sarah didn't like her, and she had no real desire to find out. Taking the papers, she stomped out, while throwing her dirtiest look at Sarah. She suddenly wished Sarah could hear what she thought of her.
She was sick of people looking down at her because of her blood, her clothes, even how she spoke!She was frickin' sick of it.
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Later that evening, Daphne sat on top ofher bed spread, the packets Sarah gave her in front of her.
Most of the packets were informational packets that talked about being sure this was the job for you, that it was dangerous and blah blah blah. She was now in the process of filling out the few sheets that needed to be turned back into Sarah(oh joy another meeting).
She glanced at the clock, yawning drowsily. The red, digital letters were hard to read. She leaned on top of her arms, closing her eyes.
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What's to happen?Find out in the next chapter.After at least two people review. Two!!That's it!
Preview for Chapter 4:
"I'm dreaming of weird demon-looking things and you say I'm in love?"Daphne looked disbelieving.
"Yes, and I see that you will give me money. Lot's!"Ginny said mysticaly.