She wasn't late was she? Thought Daphne in slight panic as she hurried into the classroom, her long blond hair flying in the process of twirling about in the same spot. Her hazel eyes struggled to focus on one object at a time for a brief moment before Miss Hopton could register anyone's face. Plymouth was next to her.

Stepping sideways, she looked him up and down. "Morgan...still got something in your ears I see," stated the blond obviously before nearly sprinting away towards Celandine.

"Cel!" squeaked Daphne slipping next to the Ravenclaw girl, books tight against her chest. "I thought I wouldn't make it in time I tri--" Oh! She had completely bypassed the Professor. Smiling sheepishly at Forrester, the blond third year sank slightly into her shoulders. "Good day, sir."