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Paris folded her arms across her chest when the girl turned around and eyed her up and down. She raised an eyebrow as the girl acted like Paris didn't even say a word. What a loony bin, Paris thought mentally rolling her eyes. "I do do I?" She said already tired of the girl.
Cela looked up from her contemplation of the food on the snack cart again and nodded with the tiniest flicker of confusion, "Yes. That is why I said that you did." She shook her head slightly, golden hair bouncing as she did so, "Why would I say you looked familiar if I didn't think that you looked familiar?" Cela shrugged it off and leaned toward a pumpkin pastie, eyeing it speculatively.
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Ama Summer had been slightly busier than last year's and Daphne was left with the impression that every time she departed from her not-so-humble mansion she were to be involved in a scandalous situation or the other.
Scandalous situations that involved snot or dirt in one way or the other.
Unlike most public appearances made by the Miss Daphne Hopton, she wore her hair in her natural (albeit styling product-fied) state: wavy and lose, in place of the usual over stylized curls. The Hogwarts' uniform decorated her round and soft body properly, every inch of it tailored to fit Daphne's needs and picky wants; skirt hem two inches above the knee, not more, not less; sweater vest ends two inches below the skirt's waist; robes hem ending halfway down her calves, steam and pressed. The Gryffindor scarf she wore so proudly, had her initials embroidered fancily at the arrowed end of it, showcasing just how far she was willing to take this little game.
It was while she was inspecting this tie inquisitively, attempting to spot an error that Daphne commanded her stout legs to take her towards the food cart. And it was there that she looked up from her eerily shiny black shoes to notice Celandine Touissant, little sister of the ever esteemed (and admired) Nicholai Touissant.
Accompanied by an unnamed shorter girl.
Daphne's hazel eyes swept the unrecognizable student, swiftly and objectively. Her stature was non-impressive but forgiveable. Daphne's own height wasn't one to show off amongst others'. Her shoes were in need of a good polish. Hopton decidedly held her tongue about these observations. The girl seemed impatient and temporarily(?) irritated and Daphne didn't need another near death experience. What had Little Death Wish done now? Shove a toad down the girl's shirt?
There was only one solution to this little pest of a problem: purposely ignore the nameless one and stick to familiars.
Clearing her throat as she pressed her fist against her pink lips, Daphne raised her pale brows at the floor. "Miss Celandine?..." Are you in trouble? I'm not allowed to bring Davis to Hogwarts. "How are you?"
It was the best she could do without blatantly asking her if they needed to run away together to the safety of a compartment with a lock and reinforced doors could provide.
Cela straightened immediately upon recognising the voice belonging to one of her favourite Gryffindors. At least... she was definitely in the top five. "Daaafffneeee! I'm fine, just... looking at candy because I haven't had any in a week, or anything sweet actually." Cela trailed off, thinking about barbequed sausage icecream with sprinkles and marshmellows. Sometimes Garret
did have good ideas. "And I'm making new friends." Cela peeked at the familiar-looking girl from underneath long lashes, her tone unintentionally coming out as fairly sarcastic.
She turned to face Daaaafffneeee properly, her attention completely diverted from the sweet food for now, in the way that she hadn't bothered to do for the familiar-looking girl. Cela ran her hands down her sides, smoothing her skirt against her legs, before placing both hands on her hips with her open school robes pushed back to reveal a brand new uniform that fit her much better than her old one had. She noted Daaaffneee's scarf and her hands immediately went to her own neck, which was bare.
Turning around immediately, Cela got down on her hands and knees and began to hunt for her missing scarf.