Daisy had been wandering the castle since her tour with Professor Snape last week. It hadn't dawned on her that she had not seen dear Gatsby or Nick in almost two weeks and suddenly wondered where they were. It was a rather large school and it was easy to not see someone often. But even Gatsby would leave her to her own devices? It was very unlike
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So into her sulking she was that she didn't really pay attention to where she was going, and therefore nearly tripped over Daisy.
"Oh, sorry."
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She sits up fully and extends a hand. "How terribly rude of me, I'm Daisy. Daisy Buchanan."
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She doesn't stir from her position on the ground and keeps her eyes half-peeped open, squinted in the afternoon falling sun.
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She sits up fully, resting on the palms of her hands held flat to the ground behind her. "What's your favorite subject here? I find Charms to be marvelous."
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Ever the opportunist, he decided now would be a fine time to go outdoors. He was a professor, and ought to introduce himself to new students. Especially the toothsome female variety of new student.
"It's too fine a day to waste in the library," he said to the young woman, when he'd reached her blanket on the lawn. "I admire your enterprising spirit. To study out of doors on a day like this is a clever compromise."
Flattery, thy name is Wednesday.
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Daisy's eyes glanced over the man once fully, before settling back on his face. "I would ask if you'd care to join me, but something tells me I am the one of the eldest students here, so you must be some sort of Professor. Studying would hardly be worth your while." She smiles, exposing a few ends of white teeth from behind her rose colored lips.
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In point of fact he probably appeared to be somewhere in his mid-fifties, still strong and hale; he only looked truly aged when it served his purpose (i.e., when it would be useful in some con or other). No god looked his or her age. How could they? Hundreds of years, thousands of years -- they'd all look like the Sibyl at Cumae, and share her deathwish too.
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She bows her head down and turns a fair shade of pink. 'How stupid of you, Daisy', she thought to herself, 'Offend someone without as much as knowing their name? Where are your manners?'
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