Daphne stifled a laugh as she heard Sara's surely tone. She no longer felt insecure, at least often, about Sara's affections and attraction towards her. Daphne was amazed by how well their arrangement was working. She wouldn't give it up for anything and woe be to anyone who tried to damage it.
"Does that mean you don't want to see me?" Daphne pouted in an exaggerated way as she moved her feet to stand pigeon toed and pull her arms tighter to her. Only her impish smirk conveyed that the gesture conveyed no real insecurity.
Daphne cackled as she moved inside. "I love those shorts on you," she purred as she gave Sara a hungry look as her gaze wandered her body. Sara was one of the few people who could make things so casual and disparate sexy. Who else could look sexy with her black bra showing through her blouse? No one!
Reaching out, she took Sara's hand. Drawing her wand, she cast a warding charm on the door, a downright nasty one for anyone who tried to break it, and lead Sara to the bed. Sitting her down, Daphne slinked into her lap and lightly rested her hands behind Sara's neck with her wand still in hand.
"Guess who was in tears in the corridor the other day," Daphne mused in a cruel tone. She knew Sara would love the answer. "Give up?" she asked, not having really allowed anytime for Sara to answer. "Heidi Macavoy."