It began to seem to Daphne that every boy she liked wanted someone else, and the boys she didn't like wanted her. Theo was a great guy, but why couldn't someone like Draco or Blaise pursue her?
Daphne didn't realize how spiteful her thoughts were becoming. What's Mandy got that I don't? Masculine arms from broom riding? She scoffed to herself, then responded to Michael. "Potter will probably screw that one up sooner or later. Or maybe you could make her jealous." She shrugged, a slightly innocent, slightly scheming expression.