Daphne smirked impishly as Harriet stepped into the Prefect’s Bathroom. Of course with Harriet kit wasn’t a huge stretch to assume she was headed to the loo. She watched, leaning against the wall in a sultry pose.
“How is your ankle?” she asked softly, expecting Harriet to be shocked she was there. She had been enjoying watching the other girl bend over but she wasn’t about to stare forever.
“You aren’t going to throw something at me again, are you?” Daphne practically purred. She pouted as if she had been hurt by what Harriet had done earlier. She slid off the wall and stood up straight as she regarded Harriet. Her Prefect badge glinted in the dim light of the room where it sat pinned to her blouse.