Daphne's ears perked up the moment that Percy mentioned his political career. Clown hair or not, Daphne knew an opportunity when she saw one, and this was a magnificent opportunity. This meant he had to know the truth about those robes that he was wearing, no matter how much it might hurt his ego. Now how to let him down gently? There was the rub.
"Do you have a girlfriend," she asked, trying to figure out a line of questioning that would get to where she was hoping to go. Daphne paced the small space of the room behind Percy, tapping her index finger to her chin as she thought. This Weasley could not have had a woman in his life. If he did, then she would feel about these robes they way she did, and he had ordered these without consulting her first.