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Celandine 
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.
Daphne continued to hold her tongue for several reasons. Initially, she didn't want to know what Celandine would be like with sugar in her system. If it was anything like the staircase incident, Miss Hopton was determined to stay uninvolved. Secondly, Daphne didn't want to be the one to point out that it didn't seem like she was making a lot of progress with expanding her friend repertoire.
Tilting her head slightly, as she shut her eyes briefly, Daphne raised a finger. "You call my name..."
very loudly. "Peculiarly." However, before she could rouse a response from the blond Ravenclaw, the girl was on her knees in search for..."Did you lose something? How good are you at keeping things?" inquired Daphne seizing the chance to interrogate Celandine about her responsibility. "Do you forget chores?" That nameless frog tree still needed an owner. When she brought it home, the frog had inexplicably escaped and landed itself amongst Mother's favorite bush. She wasn't happy to say the least.
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"Oh hey, sorry to bump ya like that. I take it you lost something?" he asked scouring the floor with his eyes squinted, even though he had no idea what he was looking for.
Another individual joined Celandine in her hunt and Daphne averted her eyes everywhere but at the loud and angry person beside her, directing her pent up annoyance towards her.
"No need," replied Daphne observing the food trolley indifferently. "I think I've seen enough." Really, she had, thought the petite third year with a signature quirk of her brow towards the distance. Then the one with the anger issues, clearly an effect of years of being ignored by her siblings and underestimated for her general appearance, was speaking irately about being pranked.
Her comment about using them as target practiced did not fall deaf to Daphne's ears. Pressing her lips firmly, she swept Celandine's knelt figure with a cautious gaze. Just how angry would Nicholai be if his little sister got hurt in her presence? That wouldn't do. "Target practice is an excellent exercise to release all those angry emotions," commented Daphne with fake enthusiasm gesturing her hands towards and away from herself in a circular motion. "That is...if your aim is so horrible that you need all the practice you can get."
Grinning, she side stepped towards Celandine, just in case. "I think you may have dropped it somewhere else." Whatever
it was that she was looking for.