Daphne's ear seemed to be fined tuned for the gentlemanly kind of voice and instinctively she spun on her heels, wand out and ready. "I think anything fits on you," she spoke thinking that someone with a figure like him could wear a potato sack and look good in it. With a swish and a flick, a robe was conjured and the young man was dressed in new wear.



"How's that for classic?"

Chewing on her lip, Daphne pretended not to hear the name Garret had called a customer. It was...dare she even think? Slightly amusing? Immediately trying to discard the thought she waved at the waiting students. "We'll be right with you!"