Who: Daphne Greengrass & Ambrose Travers What: Daphne's been doing some thinking about the IS, and has decided to revise her earlier stance. When: Wednesday, 2 March 1998. Around dinner time. Where: The Great Hall to start. Rating: Low.
It didn't feel like very long ago, but Daphne realized it had been practically a month since she's last had a serious chat with Ambrose. That time, she'd been left feeling a little doubtful of her own convictions, but also determined to be all the more stubborn for it. She didn't fancy being told what she ought to do, or ought not to do, and couldn't help but be a little contrary sometimes. Perhaps if she hadn't been feeling nearly constant pressure from her peers, she may have come to the decision she had reached last night a little sooner. Becoming once more involved with the Inquisitorial Squad was more appealing than she'd thought at the beginning of this school year. The fact that it might prove beneficial to officially align herself with the group again had finally driven itself home last week, after that awkward and ultimately futile run-in with Susan in the hall.
As suspicious as Daphne had been about the Hufflepuff's intentions, without membership in something like the school sanctioned squad, there had been little she could do or say against the word of a Prefect. It had annoyed her very much, but had at least given her a push that, looking back, she decided she needed. Daphne felt she could now seek re-admittance on her own terms, and not because her friends or sister were pressing for her to do so.
Halfway through dinner, she rose from her seat and located Ambrose a small way down the table. Luckily, there was a seat open next to him. Daphne approached and sat down, giving him a cursory tap on the shoulder. "Hey, Ambrose. Could I have a word?"Type your cut contents here.