"Well, in that case," retorted Daphne flicking her wrist, levitating five bottles of glue off the desk and unto the floor below her. "I'll take a few myself. In case we need to try the experiment several times." Although the levitating charm wasn't all that difficult, it demanded quite a bit of wrist action control which didn't come so easily for the pudgy third year. The bottles of glue now on the floor, Daphne smiled sheepishly at her Ravenclaw friend, a flush erupting on her chubby cheeks. "Daphne," muttered the girl in correction, blush still evident as she turned around slightly. "And if you could, please. That would be very helpful."

As she waited for Cela to aid her in her embarrassing plight, Daphne made a mental note to pick up a book on Domestic Charms.