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Nodding slightly, Daphne just remained quiet. She had no plans, there were no blokes lining up to date her. Not like she made herself known to the opposite sex that she was available. The closest interaction she had with a boy - aside from Nikolas - was the squid encounter with Thomas in Gryffindor, and that didn't end so well. Though, it did make Daphne notice the boy, but she wasn't about to admit to herself nor anyone else that she harbored any feelings for that mudblood. The mere thought as it crossed her mind made her shudder in disgust. Rolling her shoulders to shake that nauseating thought from her mind, she settled her gaze on Nikolas once more. He seemed embarrassed, was that embarrassment? What was he embarrassed about?
Legs shifted under the table to cross at the ankles and tucked them under her seat. "Sadly, I don't think my parents are one to forget these sorts of things. I'm sure they see this marriage as ideal, and of course, are thinking about themselves." Rolling her eyes, she looked at the container of half eaten soup, "Typically, I don't question their actions, most of the time I thought they had my best interest at heart. However, now? It's not that your a bad person, I mean, bloody hell they could have picked Crabbe or Goyle, it's just... I don't like being told what to do, nor do I like having things planned out for me without my permission." Daphne had to scoff at the idea of being married to Crabbe or Goyle. It seemed utterly ridiculous, she couldn't even fathom being married to one of those dim witted boys. She tried having a civil conversation with Goyle once, and it was like pulling teeth trying to talk to him.
"Just think your parents could have paired you up with Pansy Parkinson." A cruel snicker came from her, as Daphne tossed her hair over her shoulders. Pansy, no matter how much Daphne was nice to her had to be one of those most annoying girls she had ever met. The friendship between the two was completely and utterly superficial. Daphne couldn't stand her, the gossiping prat along with her little gang of Slytherin's bothered Daphne to no end. She was only polite and cordial, and for appearances sake friendly with Pansy to keep up faces. Who knows? Maybe one day Daphne might need a favor from the pug-faced girl, then her alliance with Pansy might come in handy.