Nik blustered his way through the halls toward the classroom that Daphne had designated him. Since he had received the owl, he actually hadn't given much thought to it. His parents, delusional as they were, had absolutely no control over him and they hadn't for years now. His mother hated even the sight of him, so he was hard pressed to figure out why they were trying to grasp at straws with this attempt to marry him off to the girl of their choice. They knew he wouldn't do it, they knew he'd tell them to go fuck themselves, so he could not see what their angle was and how this was going to benefit them. There was a game being played here that he had yet to figure out, but if he spoke with Daphne, maybe she'd have an idea.
When he reached the classroom, he opened the door to be greeted by the ever beautiful, ever attractive Daphne, an obvious contrast to the ill-dressed boy that was now facing her. The pant leg to Nik's trousers was stuck inside one of his shoes, he'd skipped a button toward the bottom of his shirt to where the left side of the shirt now hung lower than the right, his tie was slung around his neck in an unfortunate excuse for a knot, the loop hanging so large below his chin he could probably fit Goyle through it and to top it off his robes were hanging open to show this disastrous dress to all who laid eyes on him. Obviously Daphne was out of his league, if he were to even have a league. He didn't.
"So did you want us to discuss our wedding vows in preparation for the big day?" His voice dripped with a pathetic excuse for sarcasm. He shut the door behind him and leaned against a vacant school desk, looking at her chest before he actually looked at her face.