Usually, Daphne was indifferent about returning and leaving Hogwarts. This time, however, was different. The date didn't arrive soon enough and she was finally free from her baby powder scented prison. No more nights waking up to infant screeches and no more awkward breakfasts where she pretended to care about her mother's criticism over her eating habits.

Cheeks having lost their youthful chubbiness, Daphne when she peeked over a little brat to spot a vaguely familiar body--curled up and looking very much the epitome of a frightened child. "Kururugi?" called out Miss Hopton, at first hesitant to voluntarily include herself in such a situation.

Figuring she was destined to at least ten years of misfortune anyways, brought on by the recent birth of her mortal enemy, Daphne allowed her feet to guide her towards the boys.

Click-clackety-click.

"Raiden Kururugi? Well, answer me. Don't have me saying your name over and over like some love-struck idiot, which I'm not, by the way. I can assure you of that."

If anything had changed with Daphne's last age addition (and sibling addition), it was on her attitude.

And it most definitely was not an improvement.