Daphne had not been chipper or anything close to the word since the loss of her magic. This had only been worsened by her recent visit from Seth Moon. She had hoped that seeing her former lover would cheer her up, and, to some extent, hearing that he was there for her even if she turned into a squib had helped a bit. But their foolish squabble about their relationship had wiped what little hope she had away rather quickly. She had not seen Seth since, had said maybe three words to him over journals, and, quite frankly, it was beginning to wear on her a bit. Seth Moon was one of the few people Daphne did not want to push away, and she had done it without the aid of magic in a matter of fifteen minutes.
"Hi," Daphne murmured weakly, sliding into the available seat with a sigh. She had her own drink in her hand, already half gone. She had never been much of a drinker, but sometimes there were just some situations when even the most proper ladies needed to get their minds of off things. "How are you, Demmie?"