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Lockhartian · 07-29-2011, 04:20 AM

Text Cut: Damien

Sorry. Yeah. Treyen nodded once, when he spoke, and then eyed his very short exchange of words with Maybelle.

Truth be told, he didn't need to clean it up, but it'll be greatly appreciated by the house-elves. Plus, it was fairly obvious that Treyen wouldn't have to hear any sort of complain from them, or be asked if he knew how the Common Room got into this mess in the first place. That'd be awkward, and may dock off some points from Damien or get him detention.

He wasn't sure. And he seriously didn't want Damien to get in trouble.

Treyen was picking up a chair, because HE was going to help out, when he heard a question meant for him. The chair was put in place. And as soon as he turned to look at Damien, he noticed the look on his eyes. Not good. Something was up, not that he didn't know something was up already. "Of course, no problem," he nodded, but..."Do you want us to head some place else?" because the Common Room was quiet enough, except for Maybelle, who was still there.

07-29-2011, 04:20 AM	#417 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,982 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Text Cut: Damien Quote: Originally Posted by Kimstar18 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 --" 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. Sorry. Yeah. Treyen nodded once, when he spoke, and then eyed his very short exchange of words with Maybelle. Truth be told, he didn't need to clean it up, but it'll be greatly appreciated by the house-elves. Plus, it was fairly obvious that Treyen wouldn't have to hear any sort of complain from them, or be asked if he knew how the Common Room got into this mess in the first place. That'd be awkward, and may dock off some points from Damien or get him detention. He wasn't sure. And he seriously didn't want Damien to get in trouble. Treyen was picking up a chair, because HE was going to help out, when he heard a question meant for him. The chair was put in place. And as soon as he turned to look at Damien, he noticed the look on his eyes. Not good. Something was up, not that he didn't know something was up already. "Of course, no problem," he nodded, but..."Do you want us to head some place else?" because the Common Room was quiet enough, except for Maybelle, who was still there.