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❝Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss ᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ.❞ — daphne lyra greengrass. est. 10/14⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀『 #ʜᴘʀᴘ | ᴛʀɪᴏ/ɴᴇxᴛ ɢᴇɴ ᴇʀᴀ 』
come with him, Daphne would not refuse a chance to travel to Paris.

“Teddy, my love, you had at the mention of Paris. Of course, I’m coming with you! And I’m curious about this new business client. Tell me more, please.”
October 5, 2025 at 1:44 PM
“Don’t worry for such a feeble things as sanity. I’m as sane as you are.” She tilted his chin with a finger slightly, rendering him to peer into her eyes.

Theodore continued to proceed telling her of his new business endeavor, which required a trip to Paris. Paris? Even before he invited her to >
October 5, 2025 at 1:44 PM
“Oh, so it’s that easy to keep you happy, huh? A night with a beautiful and 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 woman like me.” She teased with a playful smirk, green eyes sparking with mirth.

As his hands roamed her body, hers followed suit, gliding across his waist to rub his arms before they circled his shoulders.

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October 5, 2025 at 1:44 PM
She grinned, looking at him through the mirror.
“You’re chipper this morning. What gives?”

Her head turned to face him properly. “If leaving you means regaining my common sense, I gladly throw that out of the window.” She joked.
October 5, 2025 at 9:36 AM
Daphne yelped, taken by surprise as she felt a smack against her butt. She did not need to guess who the culprit was, she saw Theodore’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. She lived with him, thus nobody else came in question.
“Good morning, love.”
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October 5, 2025 at 9:36 AM
( Daphne smiled upon the planted kiss on her cheek. )

“Hello, my darling. How are you?”
October 3, 2025 at 8:47 AM
/ of course 🥺🥰
December 16, 2024 at 11:34 PM
hot chocolate to her son, putting said tray on the kitchen table.

“Suit yourself, my dear.”
December 15, 2024 at 12:47 PM
Hogwarts methods are different, yes, but they are not necessarily easier. Both his parents attended that school, and it was not a bed of roses.

Whatever makes him happy is what she wishes for him.

He is welcome.

Shortly later, Daphne returns with a tray serving cookies, sweets and a cup of >
December 15, 2024 at 12:47 PM
So? Even if they see it as insult, it is not their but his career that is on the line.

What matters is that he pursues whatever is in his best interest. He’ll do well to care less what others think, even professors.

Absolutely. She’ll prepare him a mug of hot chocolate too.
December 15, 2024 at 12:13 PM
Well, it’s not too late for an exchange year at least.

It is the holiday season, yes.

Would he like some cookies or sweets?
December 15, 2024 at 11:31 AM