The desk was gone. Completely gone and Daphne tried hiding her glare underneath her blond bangs. Darn that Lawson! What was wrong with using what was around you to your advantage? It's called being resourceful.

Right? Of course.

"Jelly fingers it is, dear!" chirped Daphne, smiling at her friend, seeing her ever so slightly frazzled. Not that Toussaints were ever frazzled. "Why don't--"

Oh, what the--a sound clacking warned her of a lock being fixed in place and looking at her hand which she was holding her wand in, Daphne finally became aware that to her wrist was a handcuff; and to that handcuff was an arm attached which in turn belonged to... "Tino," she growled softly, glaring heatedly at the delusional Ravenclaw. "You...You..." Her insult was interrupted by Celandine's wandwork and once more she stared up in awe.

So talented. It kind of hurt.

"I'd mind," replied Daphne deadpan, raising her brows at Tino. "Didn't you have a partner? You could have cuffed yourself to Professor Lawson."

That would have been amusing.