Daphne G Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Stopping, Persephone jumped back, looking up and saw an albino girl standing on a cliff, with her white locks flowing in the air, hands on her waist, smiling at her. “Woah, please halt, Miss Phoenix.” She smiled, getting down. “Number 2, hmm?” Persephone noticed the number on her hand, contemplating her form to know her strength but it surely is lower than hers. Well at least it’s not someone I know. She sighed internally, reaching to fight her. “Yes. Daphne, My Lady and I apologize but I cannot allow you to go further.” She bowed a little, putting her hand on her chest. “Move out of my way.” Persephone ordered, not in the mood for unnecessary fights.

he asked, before storming from the punishment room they’d only just rediscovered, leaving all her expectations in ruins. Fortunately, it wasn’t the one with the mirrors. Her face was probably as red as a tomato. Knowing she needed to put this right, Daphne dressed hurriedly. The scarlet hose tied with ribbon at the top taunted her as did the lack of underwear. She wondered if the borrowed kirtle – one of Wynne’s – was enough to disguise who she was. Taken with the dark wig, probably. Of all people, she did not expect to encounter her former maid in one of the winding corridors.

She started doubting the situation with her newfound information. "What do you mean by that?" Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.