Daphne took advantage of her drink again as she listened to Tracey. "Pansy is my friend, she'll understand...it's not as if I choose this...." But it's not as if she isn't going to take advantage either. There will hardly be a wand in the bed between them and there are far worse things than being Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She smiled to Alex, "I'll be disappointed if I don't enjoy wrapping him around my finger...." The smile on her face more than indicated she'd definitely enjoy it.
She tapped lightly against the side of her glass, "She said that? Really?" Daphne smirked, "That's positively scandalous coming from her. She never did anything...typically perfect." And Daphne had spent most of her pureblood career trying to live up to that comparison. But it was less of a hardship at least since she did consider Pansy her best friend.
"OH," Daphne blinked at the only other girl who knew her and her secrets to count in that best friend case. "Trace, why did they even take you in the first place? I mean, this is all just crazy...it's not like you're one of them," and we know who they are. "You're a Mulciber. I mean, how absolutely ridiculous," she snorted.
Then she rolled her eyes at Tracey's words on her DE, "Pathetic blimey bastard. I say you rack the bloody tosser and let him know who is in charge." She tilted her head, "Who are you assigned to anyway? Please, not Crabbe? He's complaining as it is...."