"Hello, Mum!" Hermione replied to her mother. Both Daphne and her walked over to the woman who was standing by the table next to the throne. The large stack of papers was going to be Hermione’s future for the rest of the night. Daphne’s eyes wandered to the sword that glowed brightly in the stone. Watching her girlfriend pull out the sword and smite the Dementor was one of Daphne’s favorite memories. 