Damien laughed, the sound as light as air. “I am a really cool kid, cooler than cool.” He grinned, blowing out another parade of bubbles from his pipe and making a quiet, but quick study of the young dude. From what Edy said and the look on this guy’s face, Damien guessed Thornton’s issue was not having to drag along a cello, but was actually lady related.

He knew that pain, knew it deeper than most, yeah, he was so not sending the kid away.

The Gryffindor playfully tugged on Eden’s hair as he pulled out of her half-hug. “Just a chair? We can do better than that.” Damien replied, cracking his jaw before taking up a small space before the expanse of wall that hid the miraculous room.

We need a large, comfortable room… With Chintz Chairs… a record player… a small fridge with drinks in it would be nice too… oh, and maybe a pool table.. Damien thought, letting the image of the room loop in his mind along with the words.

And the door appeared.

Damien grinned at the two eagles. "Shaaaaaaalll we?" It was rhetorical, because Damien was already waltzing through the door.