<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>all Slytherins<br/><br/>Frowning at her miss, Daria glanced around, trying to gauge her chances at a second try, but the briefest and sharpest of squints from Professor McGonnagall was sufficient.  She sat back down, giving Xavril a mischievous grin.<br/><br/>"Please tell me that is not your typical conduct."<br/><br/>Unabashed, Daria gave Gustav a big smile and said,<strong> "Why yes, it is.  Oops -- you said 'please' -- so, '<em>That is not my usual conduct</em>'... um, at me grandmother's place!  But everywhere else, yeah."</strong><br/><br/>Daria began grabbing at all the food within reach and filled her plate with a great mound of food, all the while continuing to address Gustav,<strong>"Ya know, mister Durmsturm, I had you pegged for a sourpuss, but I was wrong,  You're just stiff as a board.  If you don't learn to bend, you're gonna break.  You can't survive Hogwarts by being more uptight than Madam Pince."</strong><br/>Daria looked around at her fellow students,<strong>"Whaddya say we make that a class project?  Help our contee-nental friend adjust to life?  If we work hard, we might even get him to crack a smile by Halloween!"</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes still twinkling at Gustav, she tore into her food with the sort of gusto you would expect if she hadn't eaten for a week.  Which quite plainly can't be true.