Trust that Plymouth Morgan to distract her. Daphne worried her bottom lip as her eyes fell on the older Ravenclaw boy's arms. He had reaaally nice arms. They weren't too big, but had enough muscle to make her cheeks all hot and--wobbly, he was starting to make her wobbly again.

"I think I can handle it, Plymouth," she said with a little smile, careful to keep her eyes down. Taking his hand, she stepped between his legs, her free hand flattening the back of her dress against her thighs before carefully sitting down. Draping Plymouth's rather unfashionable coat over her knees she was careful to tuck it in places where something rather inappropriate might be shown. "I'm ready whenever you are, Captain."

Teehee.