She knows the Heimlich she won't choke, not Daphne (farsick) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-23 14:50:00
WHO: Daphne Greengrass & OPEN Theodore Nott. WHEN: Around 3:30 in the afternoon, Monday 23 September. WHERE: A random corridor in the castle, on the way down to the Slytherin Common Room. SUMMARY: Daphne is returning from a pre-Charms Club fly around the Quidditch pitch and just may be in a chatty mood. RATING: PG. STATUS: Incomplete.
The only bad thing about impromptu flying was that it left your hair a positive mess. The usual school broom she borrowed for days like this was worse for wear and in need of a good tail-twig replacement, so she'd ended up going out on another and regretting it almost immediately. The ride was no where near as smooth as Daphne was accustomed, and she ended up with a splinter or two in her hand for her trouble. Perhaps this would be a year to ask for a broom for Christmas after all.
Anyone who had had classes with Daphne for the last six years would know by now that it wasn't unusual for her to return from the grounds looking a little wind-whipped, though today she was still struggling to get stubborn strands of hair back into a plait as she climbed the castle stairs and turned round to bend into the first corridor. According to the clock, she still had ample time to stop by the Common Room and fix herself up before Charms Club. Maybe even get Tracey's gift situated as well - the owl had arrived at the end of breakfast, leaving Daphne with no time to do anything more than drop the brown-wrapped parcel as it was in the trunk at the foot of her own bed until she had more time to properly wrap it and add a note.
Right then - hair, hand, gift, Club. Thirty minutes was plenty of time. Breathing a little heavily in her haste, Daphne rounded a corner and just barely avoiding bowling into someone coming her way.
"Sorry, didn't see you," she offered, halting for a moment to survey the other person.