Daphne & Goyle & OPEN!
Daphne's smirk broadened, for some reason watching Goyle become increasingly uncomfortable left her highly amused. Blue eyes studied the boy once more before looking at the looming castle ahead. "His priorities were never in the right place. The bloody Saint Potter and his mud blood know-it-all, and the blood traitor got away with things that if it came from our House we would be expelled." Rolling her eyes, hands were shoved back into her pockets. "I still stand firm on my belief that it's about time that ancient bag of bones died." Daphne's voice remained low, especially when other students hurried past them. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to her political beliefs. It wasn't that Daphne was pro-Voldemort, or Anti-Voldemort. Daphne was pro-herself, she lived for herself and no one else. Her parents bred her to be the perfect socialite heiress with all the pureblooded beliefs. She didn't believe in this cleansing that Voldemort promoted. All she wanted was to be left alone, and not preached at, and told what to believe.
At the mention of her parents Daphne scoffed, "Of course they were there. Make a bloody appearance, put on faces, linger with high society, then disappear once they determined that everyone that mattered saw them." Tossing her hair over her shoulder, a sharp breeze snapped around her, and forced her hands deeper into her pockets. "It's just as well that your parents didn't show up, they didn't miss much. A bunch of mud-bloods, and sympathizers whinging, and sobbing, and carrying on."