Huh. Terribly coincidence. She had just been hassling Varius Tipps about practicing his defensive spells the other day; Protego being one of them. Self-preservation was the day and that involved ignoring everyone else' well being but her own.

Arcing her arm, she snapped her wrist to the right: "Protego!" Wincing as two acorns managed to slip through her shield before it was able to go up, Daphne wondered if it would have been entirely impossible to go by unscathed. After all, she thought sourly, sweeping her glance sideways towards the rest of the students. Some of them seemed to be doing better than her. That was unacceptable.

Well, at least she wasn't Garret right now. Her hazel eyes found his figure beside her--pelted by sharp acorns.