She had turned her back to him, arms crossed childishly as she stuck out her lip; a clear sign that she wasn't liking this conversation one bit. However, the saddened frustration in Garret's voice was difficult to ignore. "Is that a statement or a question?" retorted Daphne, giving him a reproachful look over shoulder. ACK! His face was even worse than before.

Hands itching, she wiggle them alongside his face not quite touching him. "Uh...." she didn't know how exactly to respond to his last revelation, and in all honesty it wasn't nearly as comforting as she thought it would be. In fact, it only served to make her undoubtedly nervous.

Or perhaps, it was all that batter slathered on Garret's face. "Don't move." Pulling out a handkerchief, Daphne began wiping down Crocker's face. "And...about..." she began in a whisper throwing a hateful glance at a nearing house elf, sending him scampering with a squeak before continuing. "It's...I might have...gone a little overboard."

Sorry.