"Cousin, are the Aussies here this unreliable too?" Draco asked in some puzzlement, looking at the space-time rift that had closed once again.
"A leopard can't change its spots," Daphne said casually, though her eyes darted toward Cedric, who stood awkwardly beside them.
Half a month earlier, Daphne and the others had graduated.
On their way out of Hogwarts, they had unexpectedly discovered a space-time rift.
Daphne and Draco were both intensely curious, and they were also showing signs of becoming increasingly reckless. Draco said Harry and Ron had been bad influences on them.
Yet rather than taking offense at that remark, Ron and Harry had actually seemed rather pleased with themselves.
They said something about that being Gryffindor's infectious influence.
Daphne had to hand it to them on that score. Young Mr. Weasley never seemed able to tell a compliment from an insult.
Of course, Daphne had no intention of setting him straight. If he didn't understand, so be it. Sometimes, knowing a little less made life a little happier.
What had surprised everyone, Daphne included, was that the space-time rift had actually been created by a bunch of Australians messing around.
Deep down, she knew perfectly well that regional prejudice was a very bad thing.
But Daphne had still been led astray by the people around her-yes, that was what Daphne always thought, too.
She had originally been a good girl. It was everyone else who had led her astray.
After being led astray, she had also come to instinctively regard everyone in Australia as weaklings.
In fact, during that Triwizard Tournament in their fourth year, which had become a complete mess for some unknown reason, the Australian wizards had put on a fairly decent showing.
At least compared with the students from the other magic schools, the