9:37
Daphne had spent the last ten minutes speaking to the Keeper for the Quibbleron Quafflepunchers. More than a good excuse to utilize her French, it had given the woman quite an ego boost.
She entered the room with the corners of her lips slightly upturned and a very confident air.
Ordering a drink she settled into a nice armchair, happy to be away from Muggles. She couldn't believe that she had had to sit through that entire dinner beside some of them. Listening to Granger's speech had been her only means of escape, and that just barely worked, Granger being a Muggle herself.