Daphne watched the silverware appear in front of her. She was let down, hoping that actual food would appear. She could use a true, formal dinner. She knew as soon as she would come home, her Mummy would throw one of her famous dinner parties. She shifted her weight, wishing the chair was more comfortable. But she knew better than to insult the hostess, in this case the professor. Part of her hoped they would be tested on this, because Daphne would pass with flying colours. Maybe the test would be an interactive one, a mock dinner event.

She couldn't help but look around at the dissatisfied students, all looking like they would rather be else where. Perhaps they needed examples of how this would apply in the real world. Raising her hand, she couldn't help but cast disapproving looks in the directions of the disgruntled classmates. "Professor, do you think you could explain some real world applications of this very important lesson?" she queried in an unusually formal and condescending voice. She hadn't intended to be so blunt, but that was how it came out.