"You should agree with me more," enthused Daphne bossily, a very smug expression on her face at Plymouth's willingness to please her. "And compliment me more and although conversation is welcome you do tend to ramble a little, and I don't much care for it so I--tune you out."

And then she wrinkled her nose. "And...no bow ties." For the time being, she'd forgive him and not mention the horrible jacket. She was busy pretending it never happened.

Plymouth just stood there and stared at Daphne Hopton. What else was there to do? Really? He.. well, for once, he was stunned beyond words.

Which was saying something.


He scratched his head and tried to think back at what he'd not agreed with her about... Hobos? Or... ??? "Umm. Right. I totally agree with you, you being the prettiest Gryffindor girl in the school." Well that was at least mostly true.

... "That'll do," she commented plainly flicking her hair over her shoulder. dismissively. "Thank you for everything, Plymouth. I had fun."

There. THERE. She said it. HMPH.

Plymouth stared at Daphne. Just stared. Was that it? He gave her a look as if asking if he'd just been dismissed. What a weird ending to a date... Right?


Plymouth opened his palms to ask in body language (since he talked too much) if he should go? Or..?

Daphne stared back at him. What did he want? He was standing there much like those muggles at the muggle hotels did when they carried your luggage. Did he want a tip? "What?" she interrogated squeakily. "Do you want another hug?"

Was that it?

"I always do," Plymouth agreed, but he didn't make a move to give her one. Plymouth was going to be quiet and no forcing himself on Daphne and no more hobo talk and no more rambling. That kind of left him just standing there, in his ridiculous short sleeved button up and sad expression.

"Oh, well, I think you deserve another one," remarked the Gryffindor complacently as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms, as best as she could, around Morgan's torso.

Except, something felt a little awkward. I wonder why.

"Awww... that's nice, Daphadil. Thank you for that." Made the whole date worth it. Plymouth lowered his face and nuzzled her hair and little flower with his nose. "Pretty girl," he added - you know, for compliments. And because it was true. Plymouth would probably keep hugging her... until she made him let go. Mmmm he LIKED hugging! And even MORE so when he didn't initiate them. Besttttt kind of hugs. MMMMm.

Despite having slid down a chute covered in butter and oil, having thrown fertilizer into a pond and skipped rocks all while out in the sun, Plymouth Morgan smelled surprisingly nice. The fact that she noticed this, made her uneasy. Blushing, Daphne nuzzled his chest, it was the farthest she could reach before pulling away.

"I mean it, I did have fun even if...yeah, okay I had fun!" commented Daphne in a hurry, waving her hand and still blushing.

Wooozy. She felt a little light-headed all of a sudden.

Plymouth stooped down to be on Daphne eye-level. He reached out and touched the tip of her nose. "I'm glad, Daph. I'm really, really glad." Even if she was going TOTALLY weird again on him here at the end. "You okay?" Plymouth eased a hand towards her, without touching her, in case she fell over or something.

It was weird being back out in the open. After that little mermaid hissy fit and the 4 feet of water she had to fight through she had hidden herself away in the dorms. Her hair had been destroyed and her skin all wrinkly. It was almost swimsuit season again, she couldn't be seen looking anything less than her stellar self. She was wearing a new Halston dress and feeling good. It was just good to be back out in the public eye.

Almost immediately as his finger touched his nose, Daphne crinkled her nose at him. Her lips parted to talk but the sound of footsteps stopped her. Instinctively, she took a step away from Plymouth Morgan, hands flying behind her back. Cheeks tinted with embarrassment she nodded in acknowledgment at the Slytherin. "Hello," greeted Daphne awkwardly, tugging at her hair.

Then nudged Plymouth as discreetly as possible. He wasn't about to be rude was he? No, of course not! Plymouth Morgan liked everyone. He had just said so minutes ago. "I like the color of your dress."

Plymouth blinked, all confused. One second he had gotten that little nose crinkling that he liked so so so much - and the next she was gone. Of course. Of course. Plymouth took a step towards her automatically.

Ah. "Because of Paris, huh?" Plymouth didn't really mean to say that out loud, but sometimes Plymouth.. just talked too much. Just like Daphne said he did.


"Hey Paris." Was that a dress?? It looked like a ... sheet or something. Pretty sheet. "Toga!" Plymouth put his arm around Daphne's shoulders in a comforting sort of way. She was OKAY. It was okay. Everything was OKAY.

Daphne just stood there as her eyes swept to her left towards Plymouth's face and mouth. Honestly, did he just think out loud all the time? Shaking her head slightly, she rubbed at an itchy spot on her forehead hoping the girl wouldn't be offended by Morgan's crazy remarks.

"I really need to check on the duck," she whispered to Plymouth before pulling away from his arm. Turning to him, Daphne frowned as she contemplated what she should do or wanted to do at the moment.

Hug Him? Kiss Him? Shake his hand? Bid him adieu?

She hadn't expected to be greeted by anyone let alone Daphne. So the look of surprise on her face was evident. "Hi," she answered back. Daphne had rendered her speechless. Which in itself should be written down somewhere.

She found herself actually smiling, "Oh thank you. Its a new dress" she told her honestly. She didn't know what else to say. The few times her and Daphne had spoken they weren't very nice to each other. And now they were talking like they had the potential to be friends.

She turned to take in Plymouth who always managed to upstage her with just his mere presence. "Hi Plymouth and no its not a toga. Though I have wore one before." she giggled.

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She hadn't expected to be greeted by anyone let alone Daphne. So the look of surprise on her face was evident. "Hi," she answered back. Daphne had rendered her speechless. Which in itself should be written down somewhere.

She found herself actually smiling, "Oh thank you. Its a new dress" she told her honestly. She didn't know what else to say. The few times her and Daphne had spoken they weren't very nice to each other. And now they were talking like they had the potential to be friends.



She turned to take in Plymouth who always managed to upstage her with just his mere presence. "Hi Plymouth and no its not a toga. Though I have wore one before." she giggled.

"Well, it looks like a toga. I like togas. It's like... a dress for men. I don't wear heels though. I tried to wear Piper's once? Hehe."

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Daphne just stood there as her eyes swept to her left towards Plymouth's face and mouth. Honestly, did he just think out loud all the time? Shaking her head slightly, she rubbed at an itchy spot on her forehead hoping the girl wouldn't be offended by Morgan's crazy remarks.

"I really need to check on the duck," she whispered to Plymouth before pulling away from his arm. Turning to him, Daphne frowned as she contemplated what she should do or wanted to do at the moment.

Hug Him? Kiss Him? Shake his hand? Bid him adieu?

Plymouth looked back to Daphne. And... cue pouty pitiful Plymouth. "I'm kind of sad it's over. But, I understand, duck emergency." Plymouth made one attempt a pitiful grabby hand motion before thinking better on it and putting his hands AWAY.

"The material and shape is very summery," admitted Daphne and nodded at Paris, once more observing her dress. The color was really pretty. Then again, she loved pink so perhaps her opinion was biased.

Oh. Ohhh. Oh, why did he have to do that? That pitiful abandoned puppy look! Sighing, Daphne tugged at her hair nervously, shifting her weight. "I guess the duck can wait. How bad can it be? He's probably done going underneath the bed for today anyways."

Ho Hum. As long as the roommates didn't complain. Then, she blinked. Had she heard right? "And you wore heels?!"

What?!

She looked at him, if another guys had said that she would have called him a name, but with Plymouth it was just...Plymouth. No other way to describe it to be honest. He was a on a planet unto himself. "Well the designer liked to make dresses that flowed like this," she explained not that she thought he cared but because she felt like it. "Any time you want a lesson how to proper walk in heels drop me an owl and I will teach you," she giggled.

Hmm, flattery was going to get Daphne off her not list if she kept it up. Paris tried not to smile too hard. Like she never heard she looked good before. "Well thank you. I didn't think I could pull this dress off with my height." That part was true, and Paris was horrible at sewing charms, but it was the perfect length for her. "Theres a duck?" she asked.

"Well, no, because my feet are too big," Plymouth shrugged. "You think I could fit into your shoes, Paris? I bet my feet are bigger than yours TOO. Big MAN FEET." Plymouth eyed his feet. Hmm...


Plymouth moseyed back towards Daphne's personal bubble and was itching to get back to the nose touching and crinkling and blushing and hehe. "You don't have to stay, Daphadil. It's okay. All good things must and do come to an end, huh?"

Daphne tilted her head. Maybe it was a tad too long but that couldn't be helped. "It looks fine," admitted the blond after further contemplation. "Oh, yeah, Divination homework," explained Daphne a touch of misery in her voice. "Professor Kapoor entrusted us with ducklings and we're supposed to teach them to divine."

Well, not entirely true. It wasn't exactly that but close enough and it was a short summary of how things went. Then her skin was tingling, the way it did when someone was right behind you without knowing. Turning her face slightly she looked up at Plymouth seriously. Did he have to invade her bubble in front of others?

"No, they don't," contradicted the fourth year with a pout. "They only end if you want them to." And if she wanted them to last longer, they would! She was a Hopton after all.

Hoptons didn't stomp their feet in front of acquaintances though so she kept it for later.

"Hehe... and YOU don't want them to. Huh? That right?" Plymouth ruffled his hair absently as the HUGE grin reappeared. He looked over his shoulder at Paris.. who probably knew he was on a date.. then back to Daphne. "Guess that means you'll... definitely go out with me again. COme to my house this summer. Right?"

She shook her head. "No dahling you wouldn't be able to feet my shoes, but we could find you some." she offered with a twinkle in her eye. That would be funny to see Plymouth tittering around in heels. "Well I think everyone is bigger than me." Even first years and Paris was almost a 5th year

She gave Daphne a little curtsy. "Well thank you. I do try," she teased. Ducks for divination homework was certainly news to her. "Well I'm sorry I missed that class then. Ducks are very intelligent creatures." Though swans were prettier.

She had to smile at Daphne's little diva moment. It was cute, especially when it was over Plymouth.

Good lord, when did she miss the memo that Daphne and Plymouth were dating? She shook her head to trying to wrap it around this latest development that she missed. She was going to have to get her hair situation under control of it was distracting her from hearing news like this. "Oh you two are dating?" she couldn't help herself from asking.

"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.

"Just making sure. I didn't want you to forget me.. because.... well, I like you. Even if you like Nico Toussaint," Plymouth made lots of ICKYEWUGH faces before grinning again. "So... we're on." WINKWINK.


Plymouth turned back to Paris. "She's not my girlfriend. I don't have one of those. But, hehe, you're witnessing the end of my first DATE with Daphadil. How do we look together?" Plymouth BEAMED like an idiot for Paris to look at how he and Daphne looked together. He held his arm up for Daphne to come stand next to him.

Reluctantly, Daphne went to stand next to Plymouth a nervous smile plastered on her face. Before raising a hand and wiggling her toes at Paris Greenwood. Oh, mercy. MERCY!

Merlin, Circe, Trelawney Of-the-Not-All-Seeing-Eye!

Daphne could just die, right now. Die.