Originally Posted by Boys Like Ama

Eavesdropping into others conversations was considered bad manners but it was hard not to when the individuals involved were sitting nearby so Daphne settled for watching the game bemusedly, half-annoyed with Gryffindor's lack of bodacious defense. She was also one quarter annoyed at the fact she didn't know who in the magical world this Camira was. Daphne tapped her own nose, chiding herself internally. Nosy.

"I have to keep up appearances," she remarked off-offhandedly, a gloved hand makings it's way from out of her robes pockets to wave carelessly in the air as if to flick away the topic of conversation that she did not care to divulge in at the moment but couldn't bring herself to be impolite enough to tell her that she shouldn't be asking such questions in their first meeting. Next thing she knew, the girl might invite herself over for tea and crumpets. "I'm sure you can identify with that, Kayla Winters."

Daphne didn't mean to sound stuffy and use the girl's full name to address her, but it was her way of actually memorizing it and being able to piece it to a face in the future. Miss Hopton had a nasty habit of forgetting people which led to embarrassing situations. She said nothing about the brief handshake and could only sympathize with her. It was cold after all, but the warm bodies around them seemed to be causing some sort of greenhouse effect. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rushing into their bodies from watching the game. Again, honey eyes rolled heavenwards.

"Ravenclaw?" Choked Daphne and bit her tongue as she nodded decisively. Yes, it was best not to make enemies. That could wait until at least her sixth year, where she could properly hex someone. "May I ask why?" Questioned Hopton incredulously, delicate face contorting with displeasure. "It's not like they're the most liked house." In her opinion--although, to Daphne Hopton, to find someone that she approved were rare little miracles granted by the Gnome Gods.