Daphne peered at Draco from her spot on the chaise.
"I'm glad the worst of that deplorable mess is over for your family, Draco."
After hearing his comment on Pansy, Daphne felt a slight pang. No, she had definitely been away too long. There could have been a number of reasons... a free Astoria had seemed to be more than Daphne had bargained for sure, and work had picked up, but perhaps Draco had been busy as well.
She was glad to hear that she was not so easily replaced, and much more pleasant was the thought that she might not just have been a temporary, the understudy for something that had been Pansy's role. Of course, Draco and Daphne had never had romantic feelings for each other, so it wouldn't have been a complete replacement at any rate. This might have been a negative point for a lot of witches, but for Daphne it was the opposite.
"I have to admit that I'm not sad to hear that," Daphne looked at him, knowing that he'd understand her, or at least most likely he would.
Pansy had been on Daphne's mind since their cocktail night. Pansy Parkinson. Her friend, Pansy, that had pretty much ruled the dungeons of Slytherin-- she had been reduced to Muggle eye-candy. According to Pansy this profession came with a sort of power, but to the lowliest of creatures.
Daphne supposed even that power had its perks but her ambitions lay much loftier.
"She seems much changed, Draco. I found it a bit shocking, initially. It could have... advantages."
Daphne kept her gaze on Draco trying to gage his reactions.