At the mention of Ernie and Padma, Daphne scoffed, "Macmillan is a bloody ponce, and Padma is a joke." Lifting up the bottle of firewhiskey she took another sip. "Honestly, I don't understand how they became Head Boy and Girl, I am positive if a Slytherin was in one of those positions they would have found the source of the packages and had them scrubbing toilets by now." Daphne was still bitter about that, and she likely wouldn't be happy until justice was served. Not really for her, but more so for her sister who had nothing to do with the situation at all. Daphne could care less if someone sent her the package, she was too keen on the students at Hogwarts to trust any old bloody package that is sent to her, but her sister? Sweet innocent Astoria who wouldn't hurt a fly? That was crossing the line, and while Daphne had trouble showing actual feelings towards people, when it came to family, and others disgracing the Greengrass name, or victimizing her sister she got defensive.
Gaze lifted from the bottle in her hand to the one in Nikolas' hand before a broad smirk curled on her lips, "No, I've lost my appetite, at least for that rubbish they serve here." Blue eyes attempted to focus on Nikolas, but all she could do was assume she was looking at him. That floating feeling suddenly took over her mind again, as she placed the bottle back down and shifted to place the violin back in it's case.
If Daphne was sober at the moment, she would probably be flipping out. Angry, and upset at being caught with her violin. The last time someone walked in on her playing they received a stinging hex to send them into a fit for a few hours. She even refused to play for her own family, while they were the ones that introduced her to the instrument, she refused to play for them. They knew Daphne was highly skilled, they could hear her at the dead of night playing to no one but herself, but when they would ask she would clam up. In Daphne's mind her violin was her only source of happiness, it the only way she could find an escape from everything that was making her upset (which was technically nothing), and show emotions that she usually hid so well.
While playing the violin she viewed herself as being highly vulnerable, and unguarded. All those walls that she worked so hard on building to keep other people away crumbled down as she played the violin. She was easy to read, it was obvious, while playing the violin, that there were other emotions inside of her aside from the cold, uncaring one that she wore so well.
"I wanted to get away from all that incessant chattering that goes on during dinner. I am so bloody tired of hearing about that sodding squid, and whatever inane things people have to talk about. I figured I would be safe from that up here," A finely sculpted brow arched slightly before she leaned back against the wall and picked up the bottle of firewhiskey once more.