As she was redoing her shield, Daphne's arm arced but the commotion in her vicinity caught her attention. Tobias Avalon seemed to be in a little trouble.

She flicked her wrist. Alright, he seemed to be in a whole lot of trouble. Her actions stopped briefly as she saw the mucus enveloped acorn zoom towards Kazimeriz and smack him right dab in the center of his chest. Swallowing, Daphne completed her motion, muttering the spell underneath her breath, thankful she was inside her shield.

Self-preservation, she told her self to ease the little guilt she felt of not even bothering to help a fellow Gryffindor.