Of course, thought Daphne pursing her lips. There were her sort everywhere, it seemed. The kind not afraid of mooching off the wealth of others'. Luckily for the unknown child, Daphne wasn't generally a greedy person, especially towards sweet things. Casting her one last disapproving look over her shoulder, Daphne stepped closer towards Garret, closing the breach within him, her arm thumping against the side of his.

Maybe, one last look of disapproval would get her to leave. And so, quickly, nearly injuring her neck, Daphne allowed her gaze (and pigtail!) to swish towards the begging Ravenclaw before settling her attention once more on Garret. Raising a finger to her lips, Daphne's brows curved in feigned innocence. "Shhh," she spoke to her finger. "The house elves will hear you."