Daphne & Goyle & OPEN!
Why was he laughing? Daphne didn't say anything funny, did she? Come to think of it, this was the most Daphne has ever said to Goyle in a long time. The girl was used to a simple acknowledgment in the common rooms, or during classes. Maybe a greeting of some sort, or just a head nod. Daphne wasn't the most social of creatures, so while Pansy Parkinson, and Davis, and that Tatting girl flitted around the common room, gossiping, and giggling like the little social butterflies that they were, Daphne sat back, immersed in her own world. Being the quiet observer kept people away, and left her fiercely independent. She would much rather be left alone then mingling with her housemates. Of course, there were those exceptions, Audrina Runcorn and Astoria - and more recently Nikolas Vaisey.
And now Gregory Goyle?
Why was she even bothering? Could it be the fact that both of them had nothing better to do? Goyle's continuous stammering, and blushing was almost endearing. Wait, that's the word. It was amusing. Was this massive lackey to Draco Malfoy actually trying to spread his wings and go solo, and since when was he so eloquent? Past years, Daphne could only recall grunting, and grumbling and guffawing from the henchmen.
Changes were coming to Slytherin, Daphne was slowly realizing. Even Millicent seemed less like a bumbling troll and more like a well-spoken adult. Was this what seventh year was all about? Growing up and out of those stereotypes placed on them during their first years at Hogwarts? It made Daphne wonder if she was actually shedding her stereotype. That stone wall that was built up years ago still stood tall and proud inside her. She still kept people at arms length, and the only thing improving in her was her talent for the violin.
"Tea sounds perfectly fine," Cheeks began to turn a slight red from the cold. Sliding her hands out of her pockets long enough to pull the collar of her coat up around her neck, "I'm not a big fan of sweets, especially chocolate."