Garret seemed uncomfortable and Daphne couldn't seem to understand why. Her finger still against her lips, she frowned wistfully before side stepping, giving him the distance she thought he was seeking. Her robes felt smaller and she tugged at them roughly, wrapping them around her torso once more. "You could," informed Daphne glancing at the opposite of Garret's position, not exactly turning his back to him but almost. "Except, you haven't moved the batter from the mixing bowl to a mold."

Hmph. Not in the mood for my company? But he seemed so--Suspiciously, Daphne glanced over her shoulder at the girl. She seemed pretty--cute...and slim. Possibly Garret's type. So that's what it was all about.

Let's not be a hindrance to Crocker's only shot at love, Miss Hopton. Rolling her eyes, Daphne took yet another step sideways. "Maybe you should ask the Ravenclaw to help you," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "They're certainly smart... " er.