Garret was making himself filthy.

The left side of her face was twitching, starting with her groomed brow and Daphne's hand reached up shakily to still it. "Garret...stop touching yourself," she warned with eyes closed. "You're giving me goosebumps with your dirty hands."

And I think, well, you like to eat.

"I beg your pardon, Garret Crocker?!" shrieked the blond, bringing down her hand, eyes wide with fury before she could groan and curse the sudden migraine threatening to pop her skull open. He was mentioning something about his obvious lack of verbosity and how he had been fraternizing with Enemy Number One: Copernicus Kettleburn.

Hopton's left side of her face began twitching all over again and once more, the blond Gryffindor was forced to bring up a hand to keep this freakish characteristic hidden from Crocker's view. "First of all, my appetite is normal. I am a normal girl. I am sorry I cannot be as thin as you would like. Please do forgive me for my short comings as my sole purpose in life is to be within your graces."

Insensitive little--

"And don't say that out loud!" hissed Daphne rushing over to cover his mouth with her hand. "Do you have any idea how gossipy house elves can be?" whispered Daphne to his chocolaty freckly cheek before making a disgusted noise and backing off slightly. "Sentences like these can be misconstrued and transform into..." releasing Garret's mouth, Daphne's arms flew about wildly. "Ridiculous theories!"

Breathing heavily, self consciously wrapping her body with her school robes, Daphne sucked her teeth. "You've got something on your face."

All over your face.