It was a hell of a coincidence, to be sure. Daphne often spent her nights in local bars and taverns, talking with locals where and when she could, or just sitting in a corner booth, people-watching and writing. In Australia, the former is an option, though it does mean having to fend off more unwanted advances than she'd prefer.

The excuse of not sharing a language doesn't deter all men all the time, but it does deter some. Such was the trade-off for not having to stumble her way through communicating. Aussie slang may as well be a foreign language, though.

She's sat at a corner table, back to the wall and looking out at the crowded room. Can't help it, really; traveling alone as a woman is always dangerous, no matter where in the world you are, and no matter what sort of mess you've left behind. She's about due for a check-in owl with Tori, so the poor dear knows the worst hasn't happened. Daphne was expecting an engagement announcement from her within the next letter or so, which would mean having to go back home, at least long enough for the wedding.

Strange coincidence, to be lost in thoughts about home right when she catches sight of someone from home. Of course she remembers Lovegood, hard to forget a face you've seen with radishes attached to the ears of, especially when your best friend always took the time to point her out for a laugh every single time you crossed paths in school.

There's a spike of shame at the memory of joining in on that mocking. What stupid children they'd been.

Well, now Daphne is the one friendless and alone. When Luna's eyes meet hers, she gives her a small wave, and an olive branch of a smile.