Ian McKensie was being a complete poo. Sighing heavily, Daphne stood as still as possible while he scrambled behind her, shouting all kinds of insults at...Lady Enid of the House of Banvard. "Um," began the blond, rubbing at one cheek thoughtfully.

How was she going to go about telling the girl she needed immediate mental care?

"Look, I--" And she was pointing her wand at them, sort of, and walking away towards the swings. Frowning, Daphne released her grip on Raiden and turned to face him and Ian (the coward). "I think her mind has wandered much too far for one day as well. Is it okay to just leave her there? I'm afraid she's going to start building a fort in the sandbox. Possibly find some kind of fossilized matter left by a cat and dub them magical stones."