"I already said I'd visit you during the summer," mumbled Daphne wrinkling her nose. There was someone in front of them, with ears that clearly could listen. What part of his Ravenclaw brain figured it was a good moment to ask her out on another date?!

Breathing out suddenly, she puffed her cheeks, taking the appearance of a drastically pale chipmunk. Plymouth Morgan was going to be the catalyst to her social ruin. "That's what I've been told," answered Daphne, her nose just--staying there, crinkled in a sign of her discomfort. "Except the one I got only seems to...like to...poop on my text books."

And she said it! She went and said it! Her face went up and down the red color palette, and all the blond Gryffindor could do was stand there and mentally shriek in horror.

Then she calmed down. "Depends on what you consider dating..." trailed off Daphne her eyes observing the end of the corridor.

EXIT. EXIT. FREEDOM.