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Running fingers through her hair, Daphne winced when Dean tossed his things on the table. It broke the silence and forced Daphne to look around to see if anyone had heard. Satisfied that he didn't draw any attention to them, Daphne finally smirked. "Fancy meeting you here, I thought that among not knowing how tie shoes, muggles did know how to read." Head tilted down just slightly as brown hair hid that amused smirk. Turning back to look at her half filled parchment of notes, Daphne dipped her quill back to into the ink to continue writing.
"Didn't get lost on your way, did you, Thomas? I would have drawn you a map, but again, the whole reading bit..." Voice trailed off as she began to wonder if her teasing was becoming a bit mean. In the back her she was screaming at herself to stop caring so bloody much. She didn't care, did she? No. She couldn't care. Dean was nothing to her, just another spec within the student body of Hogwarts. So why was she there right now? Well, because she knew that wasn't true. While Daphne couldn't quite explain how she felt for Dean, she knew that just thinking about him sent a thrill up her spine. It was almost forbidden, and the sensation that brought to her was exciting.
Tugging her sleeves down a little more, they covered bruises and a fading scar from where the spider attacked her. Shifting in her seat, she stared down at what she had written thus far. It wasn't much, just a bunch of nonsense about arithmancy. Daphne didn't exactly show up at the library to do homework, anyways.