WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Miles Bletchley. WHAT: A breakfast club... WHERE: At the gates of Hogwarts. WHEN: Tuesday morning, during breakfast. RATING: PG for language, likely.
Daphne stared down at the food laid out the table for breakfast in the Great Hall. With her books in one hand, she placed a few breakfast foods on a plate and covered it over with a napkin. Daphne wasn't particularly hungry. With the recent Daily Prophet articles and all the events going on at the Ministry, Daphne was making herself sick with stress, but Daphne was sure that Miles would appreciate the plate full of food. What man didn't appreciate food? Glancing over at her House mates, she quietly turned from the table and made her way out of the Great Hall. She didn't have much time spend at the gate, but some time was better than no time at this point.
Tugging her black cloak a little tighter around her shoulders as she exited the castle, Daphne headed down the path that lead towards the front gates. Regretting wearing her uniform outside, she just had to keep repeating that she wouldn't have time to change before classes actually started. Instead, she was stuck in her black patent leather Mary Jane's, black knee highs, pleated skirt, and the rest of the Hogwarts uniform. Slytherin tie clashing against her white button up shirt and the Slytherin crest emblazoned on the black cloak.
Approaching the gate, green eyes scanned the area to get a glimpse of Miles. He really was her one reprieve from Hogwarts, and while she was worried about him leaving Muggle London, she was grateful that he was closer to her. For her own selfish reasons she was able to keep her sanity with Miles closer to her.