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Dominic tried to relax when he heard Kayla chuckling behind him; most likely at him. Trying not to let her get to him, he attempted to tune out her giggling. It was working for the most part until she offered him food; well that was right strange, since she didn't seem like the type.
Turning around, his eyes narrowed momentarily at her. "Sorry, but I better not. Gotta watch what I eat so my performance can be up to par for the quidditch game I have approaching fast." Letting a small smirk spread on his lips, he turned back to face the pitch . . .
Kayla almost snorted at Dominic's comment. "Oh...and here I thought pumpkins were your favourite" she said slyly, wondering if he remembered the incident in the flying lesson. But really how could he forget that he had crashed and ended up with a pumpkin on his head. "Well I guess you won't be eating much then" she nodded her head towards his stomach. "Seems not all those confectionaries you threw at Camira, were wasted" she gave him a small wink before leaning back again.
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Boys Like Ama It wasn't that she wasn't paying attention to the girl but as violent and disgusting as it was, Quidditch was, if anything, interesting. Mister Newell in particular who didn't seem to allow his ridiculous sideburns to hinder his agility at all. Smiling to herself, she sank deeper into her scarf, sweeping her eyes sideways once more, as the Gryffindor Prefect scored, tying up the game. "Not that living as a hermit is all that bad," corrected Daphne quickly, a pink hue invading her cheeks suddenly, not caused by the biting wind winter procured. "It's just unacceptable at the moment."
Or ever, according to Mrs Hopton. Hogwarts was an opportunity to show off the proud Hopton name, leader in luxury cauldrons and magical stealth devices. Unaware, Daphne's eyes had rolled heavenward just as her mother's voice started chiming irrate in her head about her daughter being a recluse and having to live alone the rest of her life because no one wanted to marry a pudgy, anti-social young lady. Chuckling sadly, Daphne smiled crookedly from behind her scarf, only half of the gesture visible. "I guess you can say she's my only friend so she has no other choice but to be a good friend." Everyone else was just an acquaintance in Daphne's mind but again, Mrs Hopton didn't need to know that. "By the way," continued Miss Hopton, well aware that she was speaking more than it was normal for her. "I think I've forgotten my manners." Mom would claim to suffering from high blood pressure. "My name's Daphne Hopton. It's really nice to meet you," concluded the blond and extended a small gloved hand. Just as she introduced herself, an uproar swept the stand and the second year frowned at the Ravenclaw supporters. "It looks like it's going to be a tough game to predict."
Daphne, thankfully, was unaware of the girl's nearby love problems. She didn't quite believe in boys--yet anyways and rued the day puberty would turn her life topsy-turvy.
For someone who said that she didn't like Quidditch, the young girl seemed very keen to watch it. And Kayla drew her gaze towards the pitch and watched for several moments before speaking again. "No it definitely has its advantages but may I inquire as to why now is an unacceptable time?" The girl could decline her offer to answer if she so wished, it was a personal question and they hardly knew each other.
"Well one good friend is better than none at all" Kayla replied smiling. "It's nice to meet you also Daphne, my name is Kayla Winters" she took her hand out of her pocket and shook Daphne's hand before quickly putting back inside her pocket, it was just too cold to leave it out in the cold air. Turning back to the pitch as a roar went up. "Yeah I guess it is" she responded watching the game before her. "I hope Ravenclaw win" she announced after a moment, any team but the one with the Anna Greingoth in it.