Daphne took a deep breath. The way she saw it she had two options and she didn't like either them. Running her fingers nervously through her hair, Miss Hopton pretended not be interested in what they were doing, casting her honey eyes elsewhere--like the lumpy looking house elf scrubbing the pans.

"The kitchen isn't mine to say who stays and who goes," replied Daphne quickly. "Besides, I can't just push you away. I'd be doing something selfish."

And possibly hindering herself in the process. This girl was her one shot of ridding herself of Garret's unwanted attention. "My name is Daphne Hopton by the way, what's yours?" inquired the third year, whose voice had suddenly turned sickeningly sweet.