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Ama 
Her hands, were in her pockets. There was no way Daphne Hopton would place her manicured fingers on that dirty table. SOMEONE was going to have to clean it! SOMEONE who wasn't her. Because Daphne was sure that they had people for that kind of thing around these parts. SURELY, someone was getting paid to clean. SURELY.
Looking up at the sound of a familiar voice Daphne---blinked.
"Hello Phoebus," she replied with a small pout, brown-green eyes focused on the boy's peculiar mustache. Mustache. Peculiar. The corner of her lips twitched. "I didn't pack properly," she lied. THEY didn't pack properly. The STUPID help because THEY were too busy paying attention to ISAAC.
MOTHER should have been taking care of ISAAC. Not her help. Not her help. "Thank you, though, I never really...wear it much, the color I mean," corrected Daphne before wiggling a finger at her own lips. "Phoebus, you have a little...something," she finished and wiggled her finger at her lips some more. As if to drive the message home, Daphne pursed her lips on and off repeatedly.
Kiss faces? Not quite. More like 'you've got a little butter beer mustache going on Phoebus' faces.
Phoebus heartbeat managed some pitter-pattering nonsense when Daphne pouted like that. She really was quite cute when she did that.He smiled broadly at her when she was talking, yet he wasn't sure if he was paying more attention to her words or how pretty she was when she was talking. Or doing anything really.
Her finger wiggling got his attention....was she trying to get...a....kiss? He actually leaned forward slightly before her words thankfully reached his brain. " Oh...OH." He said, setting his glass on the table rather forcefully and the butterbeer sloshing out a bit. " Um yeah, it happens doesn't it?" He chuckled a bit, obviously embarrassed. What had he been thinking?!? He picked up a napkin and wiped quickly at his upper lip and then at the mess on the table. " I think you should, you know..wear it more. The color. Purple, that is. " He said, nodding and then looking around. " So..so why are you by yourself? " He asked, carefully drinking his butterbeer this time so as not to garner another foamy mustache.