Finally, she was off the stuffy train and out with mildly civilized people. Not that Daphne Hopton considered the few people she socialized with while on the train uncivil it was simply--how to put it--a rather uncomfortable ride. Some people, particularly of the male kind, were horrible conversationalists. Perhaps they needed to open up a little more.
Take a clue or two from someone else--say herself. Yes? That seemed the appropriate route for some people to take.
Heaving a sigh, Daphne twirled a strand of golden hair around one small finger. It wasn't that she didn't recognize anyone at the table it was just--very well, she didn't recognize most of them. Last term there had been a mess of both Slytherin and Gryffindors in one tower and it was all she could do to focus to tell the Houses apart. Memorizing faces and putting names to them was clearly optional.
Clearly.
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Originally Posted by Jack
He laughed as Patroclus said he was going to leave. "Nonsense! We're all Gryffindors here and you're certainly not uncool," he assured the dude with another grin. No Quidditch player could EVER be uncool. Except himself that was. But he was new, confident Jack! So the uncool phase was like...done.
So said the boy with a black and blue eye. Snorting derisively in his direction, Daphne pretended to dust off dirt from her shoulders.
"He may not be, but I'm sure someone is," she replied lightly turning her sparkling eyes towards a girl she recognized. Oh. They had met in Diagon Alley. "LouAnn? You're in Gryffindor, then? That's interesting."
For some reason, Daphne Hopton had her read out as a Ravenclaw girl.