Listening to Professor Rae, Daphne lifted her hands from her lap and reached for the lovely folded serviette. As she carefully plucked it from the table, the napkin lost its delicate formation. She quickly folded it into a triangle and set it on her lap, over her violet dress robes.

She ran her hands down the smooth, silk survace of the gown. She wondered if the Professor would allow her to keep it, or if it was merely a prop for the lesson. Even though she loved this, somewhere in the back of her mind she couldn't help but think, What does this have to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts. But she quickly filed that away, as she was enjoying herself.