Chapter 5

(Daphne POV)

Day One 4:00pm

'Did you find him?' Her interest peeked from the book she was reading in front of the fireplace. Sure, she wasn't much of a reader but for some reason it seemed to be calming her nerves.

'I'm so sorry Daph. I have no idea where he is. I've checked the ministry, your house, even the graveyard in Godric's Hollow. I don't know where he could have gone.' Ron sank miserably into the lounge in front of her. 'Why didn't you say anything Daph? You do love him don't you?'

'Of course, I do.' She half-lied knowing that her future-self did but not her actually. 'I was caught off guard. I was hoping you'd find him so we'd be able to revisit the proposal and have me actually say something this time around.' She sighed. 'Did you check my parent's place?'

'Why would I check there? Didn't they move to Greece last year when the company went bust?' He asked.

'It was only a suggestion.' She defended – she had no clue they had even left the country.

'No. But I suppose it's worth a shot.' He stood up and walked towards the fireplace to floo out. 'Anywhere else, you can think of whilst I'm out?'

'Draco and Tori?' She queried.

'I seriously doubt Harry would go to Malfoy. But I'll check all the Malfoy places. At least make them aware of what's happening.' He said.

'Thank you.' She gave him a weak smile.

'I'm really worried about him Daph. He's never done anything like this before.' Ron said.

'I know, I am too.' She wasn't lying this time, she was genuinely worried for the safety of her wonder boy – uh, the wonder boy.

'Alright. Send out word if he comes back.' He said before shouting out the address of her family's mansion in Greece – obviously, they had been there before.

'Was that Ron?' Hermione called into the room.

'Just missed him.' She replied.

'No luck huh?' She asked.

'Zero.' She sulked and turned back to that book. She hadn't got very far through it given that she was so worried about Harry. She didn't even really follow where it was going.

'Daph. What's wrong? You've been acting up all day. Daphne a week ago would have never rejected a proposal from Harry. You seem lost.' Hermione asked.

'What? It's nothing. I'm fine.' She replied.

'No. You're not and I know you're not because you're still on the same page you were on half an hour ago.' Hermione lifted the book from her lap. 'And you've never once read a book on applied apothecary in your life.'

'Well, maybe I had to read it for work.' She countered.

'Just because you're an unspeakable doesn't mean I don't know the projects you're working on. All projects have to be ministry approved you know.' She smirked.

'Alright. Fine. You got me. I'm not myself.' She sighed; the girl was too smart for her own good.

'Want to spill what's got your wand in a twist?' She asked. Daphne sighed. Should she tell future Hermione that she was past Daphne? Would it ruin the effects of the potion? She had no clue. But if she kept going like this, she'd probably keep getting herself into a large mess.

'I'm not myself.' She said simply.

'So, you said. But how are you not yourself?' Hermione pressed.

'I don't remember the last two years.' She replied.

'What?' She asked in shock. 'How can you not remember the past few years?'

Then Daphne got an idea. Instead of ruining the total effects of the potion – she was still unsure if she could even do that but didn't want to risk it, perhaps she could blame it on her trip to Peru. She had been working down there recently, so she could have been in an accident. An accident that made her forget the events of the past two years.

'It happened whilst we were in Peru. I was in an accident. I don't remember exactly how it happened or what caused it. But when I got back to my hotel room, Harry was there. I've been so confused.' She explained. This was so Slytherin of her. Would the Gryffindor princess buy it?

'So, let me see if I understand this correctly. You went to Peru for work. You were in some kind of accident which made you forget all about your relationship with Harry and your friendship with us and you've been trying to go along with it ever since?' She quirked her eyebrow.

'Yes.' She replied, swallowing down her guilt for lying.

'Hmm…wait. Were you working with the Rodago runes? They're quite powerful and can often inflict amnesia on the people who are near them for longer periods of time. It could explain why you don't remember such a significant part of your life. Usually people only lose track of an hour or so but if you were working with them for an extended period of time, say days, they could've completely wiped your memory.'

'I honestly don't remember but it would make sense.' Daphne lied. Hah. She actually bought it and even made an excuse for her. This whole potion thing was working out after all.

'Oh of course, how silly. You don't remember the past two years. What's the last thing you remember?' Hermione asked. 'It might have some significance.'

'My nineteenth birthday.' She replied honestly.

'Ok, probably not so significant. But that was the year where Harry gave you one of my journals. I think you kept a log of all the things that happened that year in it actually. If we can find that we might be able to get your memory back. Well some of it at least.'

I very much doubt that but ok Hermione.

'Not now please. I'm too worked up over Harry.' She yawned and wrapped her arms around herself and looked deep within the fire.

'You look like you could do with some sleep.' Hermione observed.

'Probably. Didn't sleep very well last night.' She scoffed.

'Well, it's probably warmer down here than the guest room, I can conjure you a blanket and you can try and nap whilst we wait for Ron to come back if you'd like?'

'That'd be lovely, thank you.' She yawned again and curled up on the comfortable lounge, a large blanket coming to rest over the top of her and she soaked up the warmth. It sure was cold today. 'Hermione. Can I ask you something?' She had spent the vast majority of the past three hours getting to know the girl and she could understand why they got along. Sure, their interests were different but they were both intelligent, had the same sense of humour and had similar views on life. In another life, she could've been her best friend. Wait. She was her best friend. Ugh, this was just too confusing. Future and past were so difficult to separate.

'Sure, what's on your mind?' She replied, sitting down opposite her with the book she had been reading in hand.

'When did I start being nice to you?' She asked.

'Uh, that must've been after Christmas break in our final year. You were partnered with me for potions and you sort of just became friends with us all.' She replied. 'Why did you want to know?'

'Just wondering where my life seemed to have changed.' She said, closing her eyes. Perhaps, this could be her future then. Professor Slughorn did say there was going to be a partner project when they returned next semester. They fell silent and the only thing that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and the occasional page turning of the book Hermione was reading. Daphne shut off her mind and allowed herself to be lulled peacefully to sleep by the cosy ambience.

Day One 6:34pm

'Daphne. Daph. Wake up.' A vaguely familiar voice stirred her from her sleep. She groaned and sat up to see Ron had returned and was sitting on the edge of the lounge, looking down on her.

'Ron. Did you…'

'Yes. But I'm afraid he doesn't want to speak to you right now. You cut him up really badly Daph.' He said.

'Where is he?' She asked.

'Safe. Look. I promised him I wouldn't tell you where he is, he just needs some space.' He said quietly. 'Don't worry, he'll come around, I promise. But how about we get some dinner in you, perhaps some cake and then we can get you home?' He smiled weakly at her and she couldn't hide her disappointment. She had really hurt him that much so that he didn't want to see her? Oh, just why hadn't she said anything? She just wanted to curl up and cry. She barely registered that Ron had gently guided her towards the kitchen where Molly was currently serving out roast chicken dinner when a voice called out to her.

'Ah, Daphne. You're finally awake.' A man, which she assumed was the patriarch of the Weasley family spoke from the other end of the table. 'Won't you join us for dinner? There's plenty to go around.'

'Thank you.' She said, finally realising just how starved she was and sat down at the table next to Hermione. Molly placed a plate full of chicken and roast vegetables in front of her, a large dollop of gravy soon followed.

'You tuck right in dear. Merlin knows you need it.' She said. 'All skin and bones you are.'

She chuckled inwardly at Molly's motherly suggestion that she was too thin for her own good. If only she knew just how strict her diet had been growing up. Whenever she had gone for a sweet treat, her mum had always said that a woman's waistline was indicative of how attractive she was to other people - she had never said anything straight about it but now that Daphne thought about it, her mother had been fat shaming her. But all pureblood women in the high society were raised to conform to that insane ideology. She was just glad her parents had never really spent much time at home. The nanny-elf had been more lenient when it came to a child's diet.

Despite that absolute nonsense and her stomach's ever-increasing hunger for the delicious meal in front of her, she didn't start right away. Her life may be different now, but not so completely that she had forgotten her manners. Once everyone was seated, they began to dive into their meals – Ron at such a hasty pace, she hoped he wouldn't get indigestion. No one spoke through the entirety of the dinner – either they were all hungry or didn't know how to approach conversation given the current circumstances. But when Molly stood to clear the plates, the silence was almost deafening she had to say something.

'So, Mr. Weasley, how are things in your department?' She asked, trying to deter any questions from her.

'Ah, yes. Things are quite interesting. We've had another case of cursed sneakoscopes. We believe there is some underground business trying to sell them to the public. Peterson reckons they're straight out of Knockturn Alley.'

'But surely…' Ron began, his mouth still full of his third helping of chicken. 'You must have an idea of where they are coming from. Like wouldn't there be a pattern to the people who receive them?' Daphne could tell that he was definitely auror material, just from the question. Aurors had to be particularly tuned in to situations and be able to ask questions just like that.

'There appears to be no particular pattern. The people who've ended up in St. Mungo's are completely different. Nothing about blood status, location, occupations. Anything. It's a huge mystery.' Arthur continued.

'So why does Peterson think they're coming out of Knockturn Alley?' Hermione asked.

'Well, that was Hagrid actually. He was after that flesh-eating slug repellent again. Anyway, he heard a couple of witches talking down the end of the alley about a friend of theirs who had been cursed by one of those sneakoscopes. She had apparently received it as a gift from none other than Narcissa Malfoy.'

'You've got to be kidding me.' Daphne blurted out, causing all eyes to come to her. 'All I'm saying is that Narcissa would never intentionally hurt someone. It has to be a mistake.'

'It wasn't her.' The man continued.

'Did you bring her in dad?' Ron asked.

'Yes. We questioned her and she said under Veritaserum that the gift had been something she had been gifted in Italy by the Zabini's and she had never once believed that it was cursed.'

'Blaise's family?' She quirked her eyebrow, this story was getting worse by the second.

'The very same. We were able to contact Blaise who is in New York now, but thus far we haven't been able to contact his mother or her partner.'

So, Blaise had gone to live his dream in New York. She honestly didn't know if she should feel happy or sad that he had a good life without her.

'So, will Blaise provide a statement?' Hermione asked.

'A letter we received late this afternoon promised that he and his wife, Cambria, would be on the next flight out.'

So, Blaise was married. He had moved on from her. Well, at least one thing was right in this demented world.

'Did he marry Cambria? Wasn't she that exchange student from Wales?' Ron asked.

'Yes Ron. We went to their wedding last year. How could you not remember that?' Hermione asked. Ron blushed and shrugged. From that embarrassed reaction and Hermione's look of annoyance, this Cambria girl must've stirred up some trouble between this couple. But if they had been invited to the wedding, they must've been on somewhat friendly terms. She wondered what Cambria was like. Had she even met her yet? Perhaps she would come to Hogwarts after winter break. But it was obvious, whoever she was, that Blaise had fallen in love with her pretty quickly because he married her a year out of school. Did she like the same things as him? Did she treat him better than she had? A pang of jealousy rang through her but she didn't want to let it consume her. She didn't even think that she and Blaise were compatible for crying out loud. She had other matters to attend to, such as the fact Harry was now ignoring her. Merlin she was completely out of her depth here.

'Alright, how about some birthday cake? What do you say, Daphne?' Molly gave her a warm smile and went to get the cake out of the cupboard. The lights dimmed as Molly brought out a cake that was lit up with candles. The four other individuals in the room began to sing Happy Birthday but all the noise was drowned out by the voice in her head.

I wish Harry were here.

1998…

(Harry POV)

He sat there and reread the letter about fifteen times. What was going on? He gulped, swallowed his nerves, and reread the letter once more.

Dear Harry,
I honestly don't know what to say that hasn't already been said. I just want to thank you again for helping my sister pick out a gift for me. The hippogriff is the most wonderful gift I have ever received. I have started my own collection of magical creature crystal ornaments and he has become the centrepiece. As I write this, he is gleaming from the snowfall outside and it's almost reflecting around the room. It is truly the most beautiful thing; I wish you could see it. I don't know how I could ever repay you. Anyway, I will see you at school.

Daphne E. Greengrass

She had sent him a letter. A very nice one of that. Sure, the letter hadn't exactly said much but it was the thought that counted right? He had hauled himself up to Ron's room before any of his friends had seen who the letter had been from. There was no way, he'd let them catch wind of this, they'd force him to ask her out the next moment he saw her. But that wasn't going to happen. If he were going to ask Daphne out, he'd do it the right way – his way and on his terms. Perhaps with some slight assistance from Hermione. But otherwise, he'd do it his way.

'Oi, Harry. What are you doing in there?' Called Ron from the other side of the door. His heart began to race as he ran around to the foot of the bed to stash the letter away out of sight. He barely stashed it away before Ron came barging in, a look of intrigue on his face. 'So, mum tells me one of the ministry owls brought you a letter. Care to share what that was about?'

Darn it, Molly. That was just brilliant.

'Oh. Uh, it was just Kingsley giving me a formal invitation to join the auror recruitment program.'

Lies, Harry. Lies.

The Law-Enforcement Department wouldn't be sending those out for at least another month, but he honestly had no choice.

'Oh yeah? Let's see it then.' Ron said excitedly. 'I thought they weren't meant to come out until the end of January.'

'Can't, I burnt it.' He lied, sheepishly.

'What? Why the hell would you do that? Don't you want to be an auror?' He asked, a little confusion creased in his forehead.

'Uh, policy.' He made up. 'Some rule about not letting others know that you're part of the program.' Ron seemed a little confused by that statement but eventually took the bait.

'So, you're going to be an auror then. That's great Harry. Wait until Mum hears. She'll be ecstatic. Oh and dad…'

'Let's not tell anyone yet, Ron. Why don't we wait to see if you're accepted first and then we can tell them together?' Harry interrupted.

'That's bloody brilliant, that is. They'll be over the moon.' Harry could definitely tell that Ron was about to go on some tangent about how good it will be to be finally working and doing something to change the world so he tried to change the subject.

'So, how's George holding up?' He asked. 'Any of those new staff members any good?'

'Oh, George is doing alright. He's not the same though. Completely retracted inside himself. He's pretty cut up about it all which is to be expected. But Greg and Faith have been super helpful and understanding. They've taken on double or tiple shifts sometimes just to help him out. We're all pretty gutted about Fred still.'

'They sound nice. Has he heard from Angelina?'

'She tries. But he's become as emotionally unavailable as Percy is arrogant.' They both chuckled.

'Yeah, well I hope he comes around. He deserves to be happy again.' Harry said.

'Yeah me too.' Ron agreed. 'Hey, so, about this whole Statute of Secrecy thing. We're not just going to let it go are we?'

'Yes, we are. I'm sick of fighting Ron. I want some form of normalcy before I go back into 'saving the world'.' He quoted as he picked up an outdated prophet with the same headline on it and threw it at an unsuspecting enchanted broom that happened to pass by the room at the same time. The broom shook angrily at him but went about its business, nevertheless.

'Harry. Get some perspective. Your life is never going to be normal. You've become a bloody legacy whether you like it or not. You're never going to be alone mate.' Ron countered.

'Thanks for the support, Ron.' He sneered.

'Well, surely you can see there's some truth behind it all mate. You're the boy who lived. You defeated Voldemort Merlin knows how many times, you set Sirius free, you saved the wizarding world from the death eaters…'

'Yeah, it's all nice when you sugar coat it like that but I was only doing what I had to do at the time. This Statute of Secrecy thing is not my problem. The only way it would become my problem is if Kingsley asked me to be, which he did and now that I sorted the whole Dudley thing out, it isn't my problem anymore.' He argued and got up to leave.

'But don't you want to help?' Ron asked. Harry sighed. Of course, he'd help if he could. But seeing as he didn't have one ounce of investment in this case, he honestly couldn't see how him getting involved would even help. He had already done enough for the wizarding world as it were.

'Ron. Don't you think we've done enough for the wizarding world right now? Why would we want to get involved when it's not our place to? I need you need to understand that I would be involved if I were needed but seeing as I am not, it's not my place. So just drop it, okay?' He ended the argument frustratingly.

'Alright, sorry Harry.' Ron mumbled.

'I'm going to find Hermione. Are you coming or not?' He asked his friend on the bed.

'No. Hermione and I aren't speaking right now.' He grumbled.

'What did you do this time?' Harry rolled his eyes.

'Why do you always assume it was something I did?' Ron asked. 'Hermione's the one with the problem.'

'Okay. Okay. I'll just leave you to your thoughts then.' He shook his head and left the room to go and find his other best friend. He avoided the broom he had thrown the paper at, having experienced what it was like to have an angry magical object be mad at him and went downstairs to the living room. He wished he hadn't. Ginny was snogging the life out of Dean on the lounge. Hoping to avoid the awkwardness of being caught staring, he retreated silently from the room and went towards the kitchen. Molly was busy at work, folding the laundry and enchanting the iron to get out the creases. She noticed his presence and a wide smile came on her face.

'Harry dear. What a surprise. I suspect Ron has told you all about the little spat he and Hermione just had.'

'No. Alright, well, he did mention it, but he didn't give me any details.' He replied. 'Where's Hermione?'

'Oh, I'm not sure dear. She apparated out of here in such a hurry, I couldn't convince her to stay.' She sighed. 'Not to worry though. She's a big girl. She can look after herself.'

'Molly. Could you tell me what they were arguing about please?' He asked.

'From what I could gather, it was about this girl they met in Diagon Alley earlier this morning. She's going to Hogwarts and is on exchange from Wales. Hermione thinks Ron was flirting with her.'

Harry scoffed. 'I'd like to see him try. Ron's not the most gifted in the ways of women.'

'No need to tell me that dear.' She smirked. 'But if I could have a guess as to where Hermione is, I assume it would be where she usually goes when she is upset.'

'Books.' He muttered. 'Thanks Molly. I'll be back later.'

'Oh, take your coat, Harry. It's awfully cold outside.' She called after him.

'Will do.' He called back and grabbed it on the way past the front door. He paused a second before entering the living room – Dean and Ginny were still eating each other's faces off – but marched right past them to the fireplace, startling them when he made a noise picking up the floo powder.

'Oh, Harry. Sorry, mate. Didn't see you there.' Dean blushed, Ginny's face was equally as beetroot red.

'Where are you off to Harry?' Ginny asked through her freshly snogged lips.

'To find Hermione.' He said. 'Got to go, see you later.'

Just the sight of them together made him want to gag. Sure, he liked someone else now but it still killed him to see his ex with someone else. He supposed he'd get over it eventually. But right now, he couldn't think about it. He was on a mission to find his best friend and convince her to come back. He shouted his destination and disappeared amongst green flames.

She was right where he had expected her to be, in the book shop, nose stuck in a book about…romance? Ok. Not the genre of book he had been expecting but still he had been right on the mark with the location. Flourish and Blotts, the library, or any other place that had books was her haven for whenever she felt upset, was angry or just felt the need to research something. It was so characteristically predictable that he shouldn't have even needed to think about it. But here she was, in all her effervescent nerdiness and reading a romance novel. It was plain as day that this girl was concerned about her relationship with Ron. She had never once in the eight years he'd known her read a romance novel. He silently approached her from behind; it was go time. He tapped her on the shoulder and the book she was holding fell smack bang on the floor.

'Oh Harry. You startled me.' She started. 'And no. I don't want to talk about it.' She said, picking up the book and placing it back on the shelf and then brushed past him.

'Fine. We don't have to talk about it, but you should come back to The Burrow.' He replied.

'No way. Not for at least a couple of hours. I can't be anywhere near him right now.' She argued.

'Alright. Well. Can I keep you company then? Ron isn't being any fun right now and Ginny is snogging the face off Dean.'

'Ugh.' Hermione groaned. 'Can those two get a room seriously? I get they're in love but don't shove it in our faces please.' She selected another book, this time, a cheesy novel by Nicholas Sparks; The Notebook and began to read the blurb.

'What's with the romance novels?' He couldn't help but ask.

'I said, I don't want to talk about it.' She gritted her teeth. Harry sighed.

'Molly told me what happened.' He replied.

'Oh yeah. Did she tell you what an inconsiderate, cheating, foul person he is?' She asked.

'Whoa. Nobody said that he cheated. Come on Hermione. Do you even know the whole story?' He sounded concerned as a tear ran down her face.

'Right. That's it. You're coming with me.' He picked up her hand and began to drag her along the book was barely discarded on the shelf.

'Harry. Where are we going?' She asked. 'I wasn't done here.'

'You can come back. But we're going somewhere else first.' He said, knowing exactly where he was going to take her. He pulled her out into the street and tagged her along to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

'Harry, it's too cold for ice-cream.' She shivered.

'But it's not for hot-chocolate.' He countered and continued to pull her into the café.

Florean's daughter, Florence Fortescue, who had inherited the business, was behind the counter serving a good helping of butterbeer ice-cream to a young girl. She looked up when they came in giving them a wonderfully cheerful smile.

'I'll be with you in a moment.' She said. 'There you go, Katie. Now you make sure you share this with Tommy.' They noticed a small boy sitting in a nearby booth, eating what could only be described as a large serving of pumpkin juice ice-cream. The little girl joined him a moment later and Florence's attention turned to them.

'They're my neighbours kids. I tend to babysit them from time to time.' She smiled. 'Anyway, what can I get you, Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger.'

'Two of your finest hot chocolates, please Florence.' He said.

'Oo, yes, especially on a day like this, must be nearly minus five degrees (0C) out there.' She replied. 'Coming right up. Can I get you something else? I just finished making this wonderful chocolate frog brownie cake. Still warm from the oven. Can I interest you in a couple of slices?'

'Just the one slice but two forks thanks.' He said, not exactly wanting to eat too much sugar today.

'Sure thing.' She replied. 'Take a seat, I get those right out to you.'

The café wasn't very crowded, probably due to the weather. Apart from Katie and Tommy, there was an old man reading the prophet in the corner and sipping Earl Grey tea with his wife and he suddenly realised a beautiful, raven haired girl with porcelain skin and freckles was seated in a window seat, drinking coffee and reading a book on poetry. When Hermione laid eyes on her, she hissed lowly. He didn't need telling twice that this was the girl, she and Ron had fought over. He dragged her reluctant figure to a seat as far away as possible but still close enough so he could see the girl.

'Alright. Out with it. Who is she?' He said. 'We're talking about this, whether you like it or not.'

Hermione groaned, rolled her eyes, and then sighed. 'Okay. Her name is Cambria Urquart. She is from Wales and will be attending Hogwarts for the remainder of the school year.' She whispered.

'And, how exactly did you meet her?' He asked.

'I stopped to help her retrieve a book.' She shrugged. 'But then Ron started flirting with her.' Harry snickered. 'Stop it. It's not funny. He was flirting with her.' She slapped him with her purse.

'Alright. Alright. He was flirting. But Hermione. How do you even know he was flirting? Like what did he say to her?'

'It wasn't exactly what he said. It was his body language.'

'Body language?' He asked as Florence came over and placed a couple of steaming hot chocolates and a plate of cake between them.

'Here you go, enjoy.' She said and went back to the kitchen, minding her own business. The conversation stopped for a bit whilst they ate the incredibly decadent cake and sipped the gloriously rich hot chocolate and felt its warmth tingle as it made its way into their bodies.

'So, body language?' He quirked an eyebrow.

'Oh, I don't know. He was touching her shoulder, standing completely open to her, staring at her in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. He completely ignored my presence there.' She said.

'You're worried that you're going to lose him?' He asked.

'Well. Look at me Harry. I'm no model and she's gorgeous.' She pointed her out. 'The epitome of what every guy would want in a girl. I'm just a frizzy maned geek, with buck teeth and no sense of style.'

'Ah excuse me, Yule ball, fourth year, I beg to differ. Even Malfoy couldn't say anything bad about you that night.' He mused.

'Well. That was an exception. It took me hours to look like that. Whilst I bet it only takes her five minutes to look that good.' She sulked.

'Hermione. Looks aren't everything.' He said.

'I know. But she's smart too. Look at her, she's reading poetry for goodness sake. Who does that unless they're smart?'

'She might just really like poetry. Come on, Hermione. How well do you even know her? You've only just met her. We've known Ron for years. Surely, you must know he wouldn't do that.'

'Oh really? He did it before. Lavender. Remember?' She said angrily.

'Did you even give Ron a chance to explain? Perhaps he was just trying to make her feel welcome.' He argued.

'I can't believe your taking his side.' She stood up making the chair squeak as she did. 'I should've known that you'd take his side.'

'I'm not taking sides. I just wanted to know if you heard his side of the story. Please sit down.' He said. 'You're causing a scene.'

'Well, what am I supposed to do? He'd probably lie to me anyway.' She raised her voice.

'Come on Hermione. You're being paranoid and jealous.' He said.

'Jealous? Paranoid? Hah. I'm not staying here any longer. I won't be back until dinner. Until then, please don't bother me and don't you dare try and follow me.' She said and stormed out the door. Cambria looked up as she walked past to try and engage her in conversation but sunk back into the seat in disappointment once she knew it wasn't going to happen.

Dinner was going to be interesting. That was for sure.

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