Daphne nearly bolted out of the room and stood panting outside, stepping on a miniature textbook in the process. "Cela!" reprimanded the pudgy girl with a pout, tilting her head in the process. "You took longer than you should have!" What had she been doing hesitating? Messing with locks? Daphne eyed them suspiciously.

"S-s-sw-swaaaaap?" hiccuped the blond, placing a hand against her chest. "I don't know." Could be hazardous. "Okay?" If Celandine could do it. She could do it, right? After all, there wasn't anyone watching so she needn't feel pressured like she felt in class. "Very well, get in there!" chirped Daphne pushing Cela inside the classroom and locking the door after her.

Feeling a twinge guilty for having incarcerated her friend, even if it was for charm practice, Daphne coughed. "You're alright, Celly?"