Daphne & Goyle & OPEN!
Gaze narrowed slightly as he mimicked her, biting down on her tongue to stop from lashing out at him. Daphne was in no mood to get into a verbal spat with someone at the moment.
"It certainly seemed like that, and the way the whole lot is carrying on down there, I imagine his legacy will last much longer." There was a hint of bitterness in her words as she continued up the path. It wasn't that Daphne didn't respect Dumbledore, on the contrary, he was very very powerful. Daphne could only respect Dumbledore that much. His political beliefs were in all the wrong places, and the way that he protected the Gryffindor's sickened Daphne. She couldn't stand favoritism, unless... of course, she benefited from it. The Gryffindor's - especially the Golden Trio - got away with so much. If it was Draco and other Slytherin's they were bound to be expelled, but since it was Harry Bloody Potter? The Boy Who Lived? He could do no wrong.
At the compliment, Daphne registered a look of utter disbelief. Did Gregory Goyle just compliment her? A finely sculpted brow arched towards him, as a sly smirk curled on her lips. Was he suddenly blushing? Daphne wanted to snicker, but all she could just was just smirk and inwardly laugh. It was a bit pathetic, this display before her. The usually bumbling, witless Goyle was actually paying her a compliment? "Oh yes, because mourning clothes are completely flattering." Gloved hands slipped out of her pockets, and slid down the front of her green pea coat, brushing off nonexistent pieces of dust, and wrinkles.