But Hermione isn’t one to be rude, so she smiles as Daphne draws closer to their table. She’s wrapped in robes of a soft pink silk, which bring out the spots of blush across her cheekbones. They’ve never really spoken properly before, but had always been peripherally aware of one another—like Hermione is with many others in her year. Daphne had been one of the many that had opted not to return to Hogwarts after the war, and Hermione had not expected to see her again. Until recently, they’d run in very different circles.