 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Sure, Damien had ventured off to watch another Quidditch match. But now that he was here, talking with Isobel, he had to admit. He asn't even paying attention to what was going on at all with the match itself. Catching a slight flush in her cheeks was enough to make his heart start racing. And all of a sudden he felt nervous. Not like he was having a panic attack, or being nervous for being around Isobel. After all ... it was just Isobel. The same girl he'd talked to weeks before. Nothing had changed.
So why did get all flustered all of a sudden?
"As a matter of fact," he said, voice creaking slightly. He paused then and cleared his throat before continuing. "As a matter of fact, I'm acquainted with our Seeker, as well. Lockhart? Good man, that one," he said nodding his head.
Treyen had done a lot for Damien the past week. He made a mental note to tell Isobel about it later.
"Do you erm ... know anyone on the Gryffindor or Slytherin teams?" |