Orange or red and white? Daphne was, by all means, no expert in games. She didn't play games, period. However, she did like to believe she knew how to follow instructions. At least, most of the time. Kellen...had not conjured red and white butterflies.

Frowning, she parted her pink lips to speak but was, once again, interrupted by Kellen. It was turning into a habit. Daphne crinkled her nose and concentrated on the task at hand. "Papilio!" she mumbled. From her wand oozed an pale orange butterfly...

Who had a bit of an issue with one wing. "She's crippled!" hissed Daphne, aghast at her own skills. She conjured a crippled butterfly. Was that warrant to a disqualification? "Not yet, sir," joked Daphne, turning her hazel eyes upon the Groundskeeper. "I suppose in a few days time it'll feel like it."

Although, didn't butterflies only have a life-span of 24 hours? She didn't know. She didn't even like butterflies.