A house elf answered the door, eyeing Seth almost suspiciously. He was obviously displeased with the state of his young mistress and was willing to place the blame on most anyone. His squeaky voice greeted Seth politely, however. "Master Moon," He bent over in a small bow. "Miss Daphne is expecting you in the parlor."
At the sound of the door opening, Daphne gave one last attempt at her wand, brown gaze registering nothing. She cast aside the wood in frustration, not bothering to watch it roll across the floor.