nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
"My dad was a Slytherin, as well. He'd hate to think that either of his children could possibly be in any other house, and let me tell you, Astrid knows that full well and constantly nags him by telling him she'll be in Hufflepuff. I don't think she'd fit in there at all. Might be good to have some variety, anyway."
Nikolas' eyes wandered down to the sandwich. It did look inviting...and that first one had been seriously good. With some reluctance he reached over to the plated half and took a large bite. He chewed for longer than was probably necessary, fixing Daphne with as scrutinizing look all the while she explained her own family's dynamics. He couldn't say he was especially surprised by anything she said. At the very least, it certainly explained a lot about the way Daphne acted towards others, and how she seemed to view herself.
He cocked his head to the side a bit, seeming genuinely curious now. "Is that what sort of life you are expecting to have one day? Typical socialite, I mean," he started, then suddenly jumped to another question without waiting for her answer to the first. "Actually, I was wondering this...were your parents...you know...'arranged', or whatever we'd call it?"