Cocking her head to the side, Harriet regarded the redhead. Just what was up with her? Was the other girl under the Imperios curse? "You know what you said at practice," she intoned angrily.
Flushing with embarassment, she couldn't believe how Daphne was getting to her. Forget what was wrong with Daphne...what was wrong with Her? Without looking at the Slytherin, she set down the crumpled shampoo bottle. Reaching up with trembling hands, she loosened her tie and pulled it off over head. Her jumper followed next, following the same way. Undoing each button of her blouse slowly, she told herself that this didn't matter. They were both girls and it wasn't like Daphne had a camera ready to sell naked pictures of her to the Daily Prophet.
"Why are you being such a pain to me, lately?" she demanded.