Daphne was staring the ground scornfully, wishing it illness and years of bad crops when she was being ordered around by the older student. Blinking, she held out her hands wordlessly at first but then thought that being a little cautious wouldn't hurt. "They're in your hands now," she spoke without thinking and winced at how lame that must have sounded. What's next: I trust you with my life? That was sickening. It only worked in muggle movies.