Harriet didn't know how to handle the Slytherin. Daphne wasn't behaving typically for a Slytherin...with threats, insults, and sneak attacks. It was like having to relearn to tie your shoes, disorienting. Should she actually be nice? If she knew that Daphne was going to go and use another shampoo because her's wasn't good enough, she would have been offended. Mrs. Weasley got her that shampoo...
"A thank you from a Slytherin that isn't sarcastic?"
Staring at the redhead skeptically, the brunette was about to say more when Daphne...rose. What came out next was a sputtering, incoherent mess. Turning beet red more like a Weasley then a Potter, she dipped lower in the water and closed her eyes. Control...control...she just needed control over her wildly insane thoughts and feelings at the moment.