"There's so many reasons I can't choose one," muttered Daphne as they finally arrived. The murmurs of visitors warned her to stay back but the initial intention had been to meet the Professor. Sweeping a golden glance at Celandine, Daphne sighed. "Should we knock? Or silently slip in...?"

Why did she just whisper that conspiratorially? And what was with this sudden shifty mood?