She smiled politely as the House elf made the food appear on the table. The little thing looked terrified, hardly the imagine Daphne had of elves at Hogwarts. "Thank you," she said gratefully to the little elf.

Daphne lightly gripped the spoon in her right hand, carefully doing what the professor instructed. Even her etiquette class years ago never went into such excruciating detail. This was something she knew wouldn't come in handy. Nevertheless, she appreciated the formality, even if it was superfluous. She quietly sipped the soup. On her empty stomach, it was greatly appreciated.

She ripped the bread apart, but found it much harder than she thought. She almost reached to grab the knife, but recognized it was not "correct." After getting a few crumbs on the table cloth, the bread was split in two, and Daphne liberally applied butter to both sides. She took a bite, put the piece of bread down, then casually picked up the serviette and dabbed a few crumbs from her mouth.