Despite the dust and dirt on the floor, Daphne needed to have a seat after hearing what the lesson was about. She looked at her wrist, tightly bound for support for casting spells. She had made so much progress at recovering from a mistreated doxy bite, she didn't want a rogue arrow to put her back.

Her face turned ashen as she started to plan ways to escape the lesson. She fidgeted at her robes. She saw a window, maybe she could call a broom and fly away. Of course, simply walking out would be more prudent. Perhaps if she "fell ill" she could leave. But she didn't want to miss the instruction, she just wanted to miss the practice. She decided to just sit around and wait and see.