What. An. Idiot.

Currently standing in a corner, forgetting she was in the middle of a duel, Daphne Hopton was trying to pry her tongue off the rood her mouth with one hand, the other busily repairing frizzy bits of hair with her wand. It was the only bit of non-verbal charm she could perform.

You think the passing wheeee, escalating and fading in volume each time he flew by her would cue her into the dangerous position she was in. It wasn't until she heard Varius' absurd incantation that she turned around having finally freed her tongue, fully intending to tell him off for wasting a good opportunity on a worthless spell.

The spell hit her right on the chest, and the blond Gryffindor found herself flying backwards, enveloped by a bright light. Finally, when her rear landed on the cold ground with a loud thud, Daphne considered not opening her eyes. If she had turned into a bloody boggart she was going to kill Varius Tipps. "Have you bloody lost your mind? Do you even know what that spell is for? First you spout off Lumos!" screeched Daphne forever, as unbeknown to her, what seemed small plant began to grow out the middle of her head. "Like you're lighting up a bat cave and then you run right into a spell that you're supposed to dodge. DODGE!" And even as she went on, the small bud began to bloom, first in the form of a hot pink daisy. "AND NOW..."

Daphne had to pause, as she felt her head tingling, and becoming heavy. The daisy began to lose its petals and shrivel and its place began to grow a hot pink bow with yellow polka dots. Reaching up, Daphne patted the bow and blinked. "Wha..." however, no matter how much she pressed against it with her fingers, the bow began to grow and grow.

It grew and grew, blossoming much like plants do, to ridiculous proportions. Panicking, Daphne's eyes began to water even as her head was now overpowered by a gigantic hot pink pow--with yellow polka-dots. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY HEAD?!"