It was the end of a very long day and Daphne was in the Slytherin Common Room, minding her own business. She didn't have any homework to do and she wasn't about to start socializing with the clique that seemed to have formed in her year. They were off in the middle of the room being quite loud, while Daphne was near the edge in a not very comfortable arm chair, reading.
It wasn't for school. It was actually a book that she enjoyed herself, even though it was a muggle book. It was written by Emily Bronte and even though she was a muggle, Daphne enjoyed her writing. She enjoyed a lot of the classics, actually, and it was her second time reading this one. She may have been young, but Daphne was quite ahead in terms of reading and loved her literature. Most people in her year didn't understand such things - they just wanted to gossip and bully the Gryffindors.