WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Dean Thomas WHAT: A random run in between the two most unlikely people. WHERE: A random corridor. WHEN: Some time before dinner? RATING: PG-13? (who knows...)
With school starting up again life at Hogwarts could almost pass for being normal. So many things happened over Christmas break that Daphne was beginning to question if this was what she had to look forward to after school as well. Chaos throughout the wizarding world had everyone on edge, purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns alike. While Daphne was just as confused as ever about everything going on, she did a pretty good job of covering up her apprehension and confusion. Especially with the recent muggle registration act in place, Daphne wasn't quite sure where she stood with all this madness. On one hand she firmly believed that muggles should be kept out of the wizarding world, but on the other hand she cared so little for anything that didn't involve her directly that she wanted to shrug this off as just another attempt to get people to care about that didn't really need caring. It wasn't that Daphne was an uncaring soul, she just felt better leaving things alone. It made life easier to tolerate if you just held everything with equal disregard.
Completely engrossed in her book, The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why Muggles Prefer Not to Know by Professor Mordicus Egg. Daphne was practically finished with it, only three chapters left. Despite claiming disregard for muggles, after her conversation with Dean about muggle devices, her curiosity was piqued. Not really to study them, but to get an idea of what else they were missing out on. For lack of a better way to describe it, while reading about muggles, Daphne felt a sense of superiority over them. Huge metal flying crafts seemed so pointless in comparison to a simple apparating spell. Devices to re-heat things, store massive amounts of information, their money. It all seemed useless when there was magic to do it all.
Black patent leather heels hit the stones rhythmically, as peripheral vision made sure that she didn't smack into a wall, or into any students. Blue eyes seemed completely engrossed in the book, as her feet aimlessly took her through the hallways. White knee highs ran up sinfully long legs as a black pleated skirt hugged her slender hips. Robes were left in the dormitories considering all her classes were over for the day. A black sweater clung to her frame as the crisp white collar of a button down shirt was visible and the green and silver tie. Slytherin crest was worn proudly upon her sweater.
Finally turning down a quiet hallway, steps slowed down to enjoy the silence around her. Without bothering to pay attention to where she was going, Daphne just kept her nose stuck in that book.