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MuggleBornWitch3 Anna made her way over the window ledge where the still unknown girl sat. She'd seen her at the feast a time or two, but they'd never actually talked. Hopefully this girl would be at least a little on the friendly side. Anna needed a friend right now, for sure.
"Hey, erm, is this half of the ledge taken?" Anna asked, pointed to one half of the long ledge that was currently unoccupied. "I just wanted to officially introduce myself. I'm Anna Greingoth, the female prefect."
Daphne was just rolling her eyes at Romeo as he tried to woo Juliet from outside her window. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun!" Whispered Daphne in slight disgust. She had read the play several times and still couldn't quite get over Romeo's goosebumps inducing proclamations of love. "Honestly," she huffed, wrinkling her nose in the process. "As if that nonsense actually works."
Interrupted by whom she had recalled to be the female Prefect of Gryffindor, Daphne shut the book, cheeks tinted soft pink. "It's a ledge without an owner," she replied with a wry smile. "Feel free to adopt it," continued the Gryffindor and extending her hand warmly. "I'm Daphne Hopton..." hesitating, Miss Hopton chewed on her lower lip, even as she left her hand outstretched. Normally, she'd introduce herself as the great Bruce Hopton's daughter but she doubted someone like Miss Greingoth cared nor knew her father. "Just your run of the mill second year. It's really nice to meet you."
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Watching TK run around Alexis barley got time to think before the dog had began pestering random people. Lex could only watch as TK jumped on a girl reaching a book that Anna seemed to be talking to. "Opps. Sorry!" Lex said stiffing a laugh as she rushed over picking up the dog again.
Well it had been really nice until they were unduly interrupted by a mutt. Jumping up from the ledge, fright clenching her chest, Daphne clutched the wall as much as she could as if that would save her from the fangs of pestilence that were threatening to consume her. Of course, the dog was simply playful but fear had warped reality in the girl's hazel eyes and Miss Hopton could only hyperventilate and pat her robes with her free hand in search for that life saving asthma pump