Who: Daphne and Ambrose What: A friendly chat in the Common Room - AKA, The Inquisitorial Squad Wants YOU. When: Sunday, 30 January 1998. Evening. Where: Slytherin Common Room. Rating: Low.
Daphne hated Sunday nights. By the time they inevitably rolled around, generally all there was to look forward to was Monday morning. This wasn't a very comforting prospect. She'd never been the sort to have a strong aversion to classes, but it was sad to think that the freedoms of the weekend were over. At the moment, she was doing her best to set aside any pessimistic thoughts by zoning out on her favorite arm chair in the Slytherin Common Room. Since her second year, she always made a habit of claiming it when she could. If she thought she could get away with putting her name on it, she would have.
Her legs draped over one arm, Daphne let her head loll on the other one. Perhaps she'd write a letter home. There would be quiet enough - a lot of students were still about the castle and grounds. She was still pondering this when the sounds of someone entering the room broke her train of though. Daphne threw a glance over her shoulder and noticed Ambrose Travers making his way into the room.
"Hey, Ambrose," she called in greeting. It was difficult to tell if he was planning to stay around or was just stopping in to get something.