Daphne looked up to see Morag's round little face looking back at her. Daphne offered a seemingly charming smile, and scrunched her eyebrows in mock thought, "Oh hello, you are in the class aren't you? You're one of the Ravenclaws. MacDougal, right?"
She knew very well who the girl was, but one could never be too careful who they are seen fraternizing with. Daphne didn't really know Morag's reputation that well, and wasn't intending on ruining her own just for a study partner. "Have a seat, won't you?" She moved her books almost possessively to her lap and motioned to the bench beside her.