"Honestly, it was a bloody hell on earth," Daphne said as she held onto her drink. She held it, it was comforting, and she leaned just a little closer to Alex without thinking about it. "Wonderful for you. I've spent the last few weeks in absolute fucking torture." Not literally one could guess. She's not bruised, perhaps she lost some weight. But not hurt or battered.
"This program ...it's really not a lark, is it? Yesterday, I was on lock down and today...I'm betrothed to Draco Malfoy." She lifted her drink, "I can't believe it all. This whole thing seems like it's come from nowhere," she looked to former Quidditch player. "Did you know about this? Any of this?"
Daphne nodded, "I spoke with her. Pansy. She seems rather happy about it all. I can't believe it really, I always thought...." Well.