Daphne gave a glance at the house elf that looked very little like her own, though Daphne hated to admit that she could catch on to such details about such creatures.
"Yes, Draco is expecting me," Daphne said to clarify for the shaky, little thing.
Daphne stepped into the main hall waiting for some direction from the elf or for some human presence. Draco's mother would even have been welcome, although Daphne had little to no interaction with Narcissa Malfoy, she'd always found her to be an admirable woman. Draco's presence would have been more comfortable and therefore better suited to Daphne's current temprament.