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daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,

"Or perhaps you're just scared of what I might make you do when I win," A broad smirk curled on that girls lips. The best part of challenges, in Daphne's mind, was the goading and coaxing. If this girl knew how to fly a broom well she would make an awesome quidditch player.

Daphne couldn't remember that last time she actually played cards. Her grandmother taught her the majority of the games that she knew. Her parents wouldn't dream of demeaning themselves to playing card games. They were too busy to play cards. Her grandmother, though? She had all the time in the world. The benefit of being a socialite she didn't have much responsibility since her son - Daphne's father - took over the estate and money managing.

Glancing up at him as he teased her, a brow quirked slightly. Was he really teasing her? Why did she find that amusing. Shaking her head, she hid that smile with the shadow of her hair. Glancing down at her cards, she reached for the top card off the spare pile, ready to turn it over and start the game.

"I am, are you ready to lose, Mister Vaisey?" Head tilted just slightly as she glanced up at him briefly before returning her attention back to the deck.