Daphne was about to open her mouth to protest when he led her into the fireplace. She soon found herself spinning- or was that the room itself? Grasp tightening around him, Daphne squeezed her eyes shut as she willed her vertigo to dissapate.
She had forgotten how much she detested traveling by floo powder. It was so unpleasant and... dirty. Once she felt less dizzy, she righted herself to brush herself off, shaking the dust out of her hair and her dress. Her brown gaze drifted around the room, brows furrowing. "You live here?" she asked. It was so... small and- what was the word? oh yes- homey.