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BECAUSE SHE HAD BEEN ABANDONED!
That's what Daphne wanted to shout. Instead, she contented herself by immediately plopping her elbows on the now clean table. Sweet and thoughtful Phoebus had cleaned it up for her. For this, Daphne graced him with her best grin. "I guess everyone's busy," she murmured. "You know, Celly likes to spend time with Copernicus so they're probably around doing something fun."
Whatever it was that Copernicus Kettleburn ever did for fun. Daphne had no idea.
"And Plymouth is somewhere with Willow Kovac," she remarked a bit haughtily this time and gazed at Phoebus through her lashes, chin on her hand. Poofy Haired, Phoebus. Despite it all, that nervous little smile was kinda cute. "He said they were on a date because someone needed to be nice to Willow. Apparently, Plymouth declared himself the Female Protector of Hogwarts."
HMM. Again, she found herself distracted by his hair. Tentatively, she reached out and patted it down. Poofy.
Phoebus couldn't help but smile back at Daphne when she did so first and he actually laughed his normal sort of laugh at her commenton Cela. " Yeah, they seem..cozy." He said, tapping his fingers on the table as he spoke.
He made a politely interested face as she told him the whereabouts of Plymouth. Inside though, Phoebus was doing that fist in the air and pumping about thing as he realized Plymouth was off with (of all girls ) Willow Kovac and not with Daphne. " What a swell guy," he said, and then he laughed again. " Really? I guess I'll just declare myself your personal Protector then. Since Plymouth is busy with the, umm entire female population of Hogwarts." He said, trying not to turn red as she reached out and patted his famously poofy hair down. " Yeah, it does what it likes." He said, looking up as she patted. Then he shot her a slightly nervous grin again before looking around at the Three Broomsticks and then back at her. " You know, we could hang out. More. Today, or another day, just...more, you know. " he said to her, taking a drink of his butterbeer as he waited for her to say something...anything, really.