Daphne and Astoria both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and both were beautiful.
The younger sister had a gentler air about her, though, without her elder sister's arrogant expression.
Just as Shawn was inwardly grumbling about Lucius passing the buck, Daphne came over with her sister.
In the original story, Daphne had belonged to Pansy's circle of close friends, but things in Slytherin were different now.
The elders of the Parkinson family had already told Pansy to change her attitude toward Shawn and show him more respect.
But the proud, spoiled girl, who had never suffered a harsh lesson from the real world, could not bring herself to bow her head.
That left her in a very awkward position in Slytherin.
Pansy was not the only one. The little faction of elite pure-blood opponents in Slytherin had mostly been in the same situation. Most had read the room and adapted; only a few still refused to swallow their pride.
Daphne's views were not quite so extreme, and her family had always remained neutral. Her support for Shawn had been lukewarm from the beginning, simply following the crowd.
Now, though, showing humility only when she needed a favor made it genuinely difficult to speak up if she lacked a thick skin.
Looking embarrassed, she stammered slightly.
"C-Chief, could you help my sister?"
Shawn gave her an indifferent glance and could not even be bothered to answer. That made Daphne even more uncomfortable. Her little face flushed crimson with humiliation, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Astoria, the frail little witch, was much more composed. Stepping out from behind her sister, she gave Shawn a perfectly proper curtsy.
"Hello, Chief. I'm Astoria. I know it's rude of me to interrupt you so abruptly and deliberately approach you, but