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Boys Like Ama 
"Oh?" She whispered, glancing sideways at Jillian. Instead of appearing graceful she looked like someone had stapled an iron bar to her back--crookedly. Letting out a sigh she rolled her eyes heavenwards. "It can't be helped. Sit however it's most comfortable to you, dear."
At the mention of Mister Newell's physique, once more, Daphne nodded dumbly and found the empty goblets on the table remarkably interesting. Picking one up, pink-faced she examined it. "You don't suppose these are authentic?"
As she said this, she tried not to look straight at Miss Jillian. There were always exceptions.
Jillian was relived and went back to slouching. "I dunno how you do it, Daphne." she said,still rubbing her back. "Doesn't your back hurt too?"
She watched as Daphne suddenly was interested in Goblets. "Well, it looks real and this is Hogwarts. Must be ancient!" she joked and giggled that girly giggle of hers that never really matched her boyish ways.
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Jason Potter Weasley " Jillian and Daphne, how were your summers?" Jason asked them.
Jillian turned to Jason. "Oh, my summer was really great. Me brother, Chuck, came home to visit us. Really fun having him around." she replied.
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Lissy Longbottom Cale wrinkled his brows yet again at Daphne's strange behavior and adnormal blushing. Meh. Girls were strange. "Probably. I mean, isn't Hogwarts like a billion years old?" he wondered aloud. "Does it have a crest on it or anything?" he asked suddenly, wondering if they were special Gryffindor goblets or something.
As he reached over to examine the goblet in Daphne's hands, his luck decided to come back and visit and he knocked the pitcher of pumpkin juice over with his elbow, which proceeded to creep slowly to the edge of the table, falling onto the bench just millimeters from where Daphne was sitting.
"Don't move!" he exclaimed, jumping up and peering over the table to examine his damage. "Erm...sorry about that," he muttered, as it became HIS turn to blush at the unfortunate incident that he just occurred. Ehh, at least it hadn't gone ON her. "Just...don't move until I clean this up," he suggested, whipping his head of curls around, looking for a napkin. "Where's a napkin when I need one?" he wondered aloud.
"Well then, I guess we'll be having the first real year at Hogwarts together." Jillian said brightly. "This'll be loads of fun now that we got boys in here, won't it, Daphne?"
Then Cale knocked down aa goblet, making Jillian giggle. "Well, goblet's fine. Must be authentic. You okay there, Daphne?"
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Boys Like Ama Cutting herself short thinking that a boy who discusses pummeling others with pillows might have no interest in attire or dirty boys, Daphne grinned shamefully. "It really was swell," she finished in a whisper and inched towards the girl who had introduced herself as Bree to Jason. Shaking her head in response to her, the girl brought a small hand around her lips for cover. "Not particularly, no. I can't say pillow fights are my favorite topic of conversation."
Glaring at it, she concentrated. Maybe if she cursed at it in her head enough it'll stop. Raising one hand, she tried to point at a batch of napkins not too far away but not moving while trying to save her brand new school skirt proved difficult.
"You could, also, it's just a suggestion though," she spoke softly, choosing her words carefully. "I mean, you are Prefect, you know what you're doing but--you could also just...user your wand."
"Thug boy?" Jillian asked. You didn't tell me you had adventures!" any mention of a word related to mischief always sparked interest with Jillian. "You got to tell me all about him."
And back to Ms. Etiquette who was almost frozen when the goblet fell and juice was on the bench. Daphne was a very interesting person to observe.