07-28-2011, 12:32 PM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Liam Coleman Seventh Year | Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian No, he wasn't in the Common Room, he'd been getting ready to leave the Common Room and was currently doing his hair in the dormitory when...was there someone outside practicing a Blasting Curse or something?!
Treyen didn't get to finish his hair, nor his tie, but he rushed outside only to find part of the room a mess and..."Damien?" he said, frowning deeply and then eyeing the Common Room again. It had probably been worse before, and the house-elves will be very disappointed to see this on the Hufflepuff Common Room, but he cared very little for that at the moment.
Why?
Because this was the first time he saw Damien like that, he was usually cool and quiet and...those were the ones one had to be very careful about. "Wha--," he was beyond confused, so, the other boy should start explaining right about now. Having been the first time he's ever lost his temper in such a manner, Damien wasn't quite sure what had come over him. Was it because of what he'd just witnessed in the library? The conversation's he'd had with Isobel (or not had)? Or perhaps it was something -- some feeling that had caught him off guard.
Treyen's voice registered in his ears and Damien turned at the sound of his name. The look on the Prefect's face was one of confusion and -- was that concern?
Taking a deep breath, he looked between the knocked over table, the chair at the other end of the Common Room. "Sorry," he mumbled to Lockhart. "I'll clean it up --" Quote:
Originally Posted by snelly0217 Maybelle walked in, the polyjuice pottion finally wearing off. She saw that same Hufflepuff from earlier, and he was mad. She heard Treyen say his name. Damien? I think Isobel mentioned him before. She walked over to where the commotion was happening, she was sweating from Quidditch practice but she didn't care. She touched his shoulder, not caring if he hit her, she was slightly used to pain. "Damien?" She asked, again, confused on knowing whether or not that was his name. She looked to Treyen for confirmation on if she was right. It was time to tell him what happened in the library...because it looked as if he liked Isobel...oops... And then he felt a hand on his shoulder before turning to see Maybelle standing there. Wonderful. She had also witnessed his explosion. Embarassment now flodded his emotions along with the anger on the backburner. "Hullo Maybelle," he said with a nod of his head. "I'm fine -- really I'm fine, don't worry about it. I just -- need a bit of time."
Damien turned back to Treyen, pleading with his eyes for some sort of help. "Can we talk?" he simply asked the Prefect. If he said no, it'd be completely understandable. This was grounds for detention -- the vandalisim that was just enforced on the unsuspecting Common Room. He could have hurt someone -- Treyen or Maybelle. And he wouldn't have ever forgiven himself for that.
He still hoped though that Lockhart would see that he was hurting something terrible and would take the time to speak with him. |
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