Daphne wasn't paying attention to those around her, and even if she had, she wouldn't have given Verity a second thought. She didn't know her and someone studying and practicing spells was perfectly normal. Except then there was a bang, and Daphne jumped to attention, looking up from her books with widened eyes. For a second, she expected the worst; maybe Bole had somehow gotten inside and for whatever reason came to the library to hex some poor student-
And then she saw the pieces of glass on Verity's table- and most importantly, no Bole in sight- and it wasn't difficult to piece together what had really happened. She relaxed, cursing her nerves. "You alright? None of that glass hit you, did it?"