Daphne hummed, placing one hand on her cheek. Tilting her head, her hazel eyes rolled heavenwards, wondering how sitting between Plymouth's knees was a good idea. It wasn't. Not that it really mattered. The chutes idea was generally a bad idea. Morgan was working with what he had the best way he could. Poor guy. "Well, alright," she conceded standing on lifting the heel of her feet repeatedly to test the fit of her shoes. It wouldn't do if they came off in the middle of the ride.

Sigh. This was far too much alike to that staircase incident back in year two. "It can't be that bad, can it?" Plus, Plymouth was going to take off his hideous coat--and have her wear it to over her knees to cover herself.


It was definitely that bad.