Daphne laughed, biting her lip after to control herself. Something of the way Astoria rolled her eyes and had to clear it up amused her. She really didn't care if McLaggen was or wasn't whispering anything in Astoria's ear. Daphne herself was never swayed with such things, but Astoria probably was so the idea that she hadn't needed it to get her in bed was funny to her even if it was sort of mean on Daphne's part. "Really? He needs to work on his game then," she said with amusement. "At least he could have done with whisper sweet nothings in your ear and make you swoon with his charm. But really it doesn't matter, if you ask me. In the end... well, the end is the same and that's he's a prick who doesn't deserve you anyway." She smirked. She knew she could be callus and cold to others' feelings, but that was just how she was. She was okay with that and Astoria knew it about her. If Astoria wanted some comforting shoulder to lean on, she'd came to the wrong girl.
She repressed a smirk in response to Astoria's sigh. "Well, it's okay. He's not available and he is a prick so he at least got one right. And really, he should get over himself. To think he had to gall to play with a Greengrass, he has no idea what he just started, does he?" She smirked then, trying to lighten the mood somewhat with her cold humor. Daphne head her own glass up to the toast, watching Astoria carefully as she took a drink herself. She had no idea what they were toasting to, but she'd like to think it was to the demise of this McLaggen prick. "After this drink? So what are you going to do to get even? You haven't told me. And you must tell me you're doing something to stick it to the prick."