And as her entire mouth, uvula, throat and possibly lungs was exposed to Varius, Daphne's hazel eyes found another Hufflepuff's face: Garret Crocker. Her shriek faltering slightly, like the dying engine of a muggle car, Daphne licked her lips before trying to reach up and HIT something, someone, anyone.

"I should have known you were behind this, Crocker! You insolent, perverse, dirty little boy!"

Never mind the fact that Garret was no longer a little boy; far from it. Grabbing the paper roll from the toilet paper compartment, she stood on her tip toes and began banging it against Varius Tipps' fingers. "I hope you fall and break your coccyx!"

Broken butt. He'd deserve it. And she stiiiiiill had to whizz. Stupid boys!