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hpnaturalThe last thing Daphne remembered was trying to run.
The front lobby of the Ministry of Magic had always been too big, in her professional opinion. It was ostentatious and full of marble and, really, Daphne liked neither of those things. It also didn't help that she was often there for some ridiculous award session or the kangaroo court known as the Wizengamot. The entire building left a poor taste in her mouth.
So, really, it was little surprise that the petite woman was hit trying to outrun the Dark Lord in a building she hated. It was poetic... something. Castiel would know the right phrase. Poetic... not justice, that wasn't quite right.
-- ah, right, her husband.
"My arm hurts, baby, rub it," Daphne mumbles in a sudden coming to awareness in St Mungo's, eyes still closed. Opening them seemed to be a poor idea, for some reason.
But instead of her arm being rubbed, her fingers were suddenly warm and wet, and there was the distinctive sound of something hard hitting something soft, and the yelp of a dog.
It took a moment before Daphne smiled dazedly, eyes still closed.
"He can come up onto the bed, I'm cold," Daphne said quietly, feeling a wet nose against her hand again, much to her satisfaction.
The front lobby of the Ministry of Magic had always been too big, in her professional opinion. It was ostentatious and full of marble and, really, Daphne liked neither of those things. It also didn't help that she was often there for some ridiculous award session or the kangaroo court known as the Wizengamot. The entire building left a poor taste in her mouth.
So, really, it was little surprise that the petite woman was hit trying to outrun the Dark Lord in a building she hated. It was poetic... something. Castiel would know the right phrase. Poetic... not justice, that wasn't quite right.
-- ah, right, her husband.
"My arm hurts, baby, rub it," Daphne mumbles in a sudden coming to awareness in St Mungo's, eyes still closed. Opening them seemed to be a poor idea, for some reason.
But instead of her arm being rubbed, her fingers were suddenly warm and wet, and there was the distinctive sound of something hard hitting something soft, and the yelp of a dog.
It took a moment before Daphne smiled dazedly, eyes still closed.
"He can come up onto the bed, I'm cold," Daphne said quietly, feeling a wet nose against her hand again, much to her satisfaction.
