Cautious Classmate… Or New Friend?

[Daffodil Potts]

Daffy watched Bea investigate the spilled ink, but her fluffball quickly lost interest and hopped back up into Daff's lap, content to curl up and get comfortable, in the mood for a nap apparently. Absentmindedly scratching the cat between the ears, Daffy refocused on her housemate, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Oh probably not." And with a quick wave of her wand, the ink disappeared. When you had the tendency to be clumsy and knock things over, you got quite good at cleaning them up. The inkwell came floating back up to the table, unharmed, though it hadn't broken to begin with, she supposed somebody might be missing it.

"That's hardly anything new." She added dreamily about the dirt on her face, making no move to get rid of it. It wasn't exactly uncommon where she was concerned. If fact it was just about as usual as the flowers in her hair. Her family did own a florist after all! "I was just in the greenhouses caring for my begonias, they're blooming ever so nicely." She announced, though she had no clue if her housemate even cared. Daff tended to forget things like that.