It was like she was seeing him pat her back in slow motion. She wanted to smack his hand away, and break his fingers and tell him to never touch her again, but she couldn't dare herself to move. Instead she tried to swallow her pride and ignore that pat on her back. That was something she was not used to be. Being touched, she hated when her parents attempted to hug her as a child, and she didn't enjoy it now. It was just something she wasn't used to. Daphne wasn't the hug and kiss type of person. She never had a reason to be one, most people avoided her, and she avoided them.
Easing up slightly as the pavilion gave both of them a reason to ignore what happened, Daphne glanced around the structure. It was nothing spectacular, simple and probably a beautiful place during the summer. Pulling her hand out of her pocket, she brushed a few leaves off the table.
Watching him unpack the food, her stomach suddenly rumbled. She didn't realize how hungry she was until the food was laid out for her. What made that even better was that it wasn't Hogwarts food. At least it didn't smell like it. Nodding in agreement for taking a seat, Daphne sat down and wrapped her hands around one of the warm containers of soup.
"This looks good, where did you get it? I don't think this was being served at Hogwarts, it smells too appetizing." Lips curled into a smirk once more, as she pulled the container of soup closer.