Having emerged from the stall, she had the roll of toilet paper in one hand, face wet, brows furrowed and ready to clobber Varius to death with PAPER. Except that it was pretty hard to clobber anyone with anything when they were hugging you. Making disgusted sounds she tried to shimmy her way out of his embrace before kicking him on the shins.

No, she did not feel bad for his crying. If anything, he was crying out of pity for himself because he knew he was going to DIE. Ripping off chunks from the toilet paper roll, Daphne shoved as much as she could up each of Varius' nostrils. "You are a very bad boy, Varius Tipps!" yelled Daphne wagging a disapproving finger at his toilet paper nose. "You should not be kissing girls without their express permission!"

Then as if to make things even, Daphne shoved a big wad of toilet paper in Varius' mouth.