This was a terrible turn of events. Closing her eyes she grasped the wand tightly, even as she was dragged into the--Oh. "Oh no no! Bad pants!" she chastised the flying garment and tried grabbing the nearest sink to stop herself.

That didn't work very effectively. Pointing her wand at her own face, Daphne took a deep breath. "FINITE INCAN--"

Hello, compartment door. My face is very happy to make your acquaintance. In a daze, Daphne slid down the compartment door even as the pants insisted on making it inside. Untangling herself slowly, the blond groaned. "I don't know, sir!" she called out to the adult voice. "Why don't you tell me?"

UGH. She hated pants!