<strong>Name:</strong>Daria Dippet<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin, 4th<br/><strong>Bloodstatus:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Slytherins, Blackthorne<br/><br/><br/>"Maybe instead of flying through his box and pummeling him, you should stop in and give him a kiss every time you score a goal."<br/><br/><strong>"Erm,"</strong>Daria grimaced,<strong> "Hufflepuff's got cooties, ya know. Better off just blowin' him a kiss."</strong>But her attention was diverted when she noticed Gustav's trick with his wand.<br/><br/><strong>"Ooh, nifty!"</strong>she said, but this time without the theatrical exaggeration in her voice.<strong>"I got a dueling holster, too."</strong>Her hand dipped to her cleavage and with practiced speed pulled out her wand with a distinctive<em>thwip</em>of wood on brushed leather.<strong>"Of course,"</strong>she laughed,<strong>"I got mine to keep my wand from getting smashed -- I tend to have accidents."</strong><br/><br/>“How about you take yourself back over to your fucking table since you’re clearly not wanted over here.”<br/><br/>At that, Daria spoke more softly still, almost to herself. "Now<em>there's</em>our Jamie," she said happily, "About time she showed up."  At which point, Daria seemed to have discovered a previously unknown mound of mashed potatoes on her plate and dove into them with delight.