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NannyMcPhee · 07-30-2011, 05:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Lockhartian

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.

Damien stood frozen on the spot for a moment, before getting ahold of himself to straighted up the table, he'd knocked over. His book was splattered on the floor, and it appeared that one of the pages had ripped out. He made a mental note to try and repair it before bringing it back to the library -- no doubt he'd get in trouble for that. He was sure he'd get in trouble for what he'd just done, but it appeared as if Treyen wasn't going to incriminate him -- yet.

He was thankful that Lockhart agreed to speak with him. He needed someone to talk to, and the only other person he felt he could ever talk to -- had just broken his heart.

Figuring if anyone saw his tempertantrum just now, the rest of the Hufflepuffs would steer clear of him, so Damien shook his head. "We don't need to go anywhere else," he said, voice soft spoken and the complete opposite of how he'd just yelled. Since the furniture were upright in their original position, Damien picked up his book (there was a page that had ripped) and set it down on the table before sitting down in one of the chairs.

He didn't want to make eye contact with Treyen -- Damien was embarassed by his actions and still wasn't sure if the Prefect still thought well of him. So he kept his eyes on the book, folding his hands ontop of the table. "How well do you trust people, Treyen?" he finally asked.

Not the most direct question perhaps. To Damien, however, it was the perfect lead in to explain how he was feeling at the moment.

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NannyMcPhee Formerly: Kimstar18 Beautiful Disaster Chaos Creator Moke Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Irish at heart <3 Posts: 8,554 Hogwarts RPG Name: Liam Coleman Seventh Year	Irish eyes \|\| Nanny McPhee Quote: Originally Posted by Lockhartian 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. Damien stood frozen on the spot for a moment, before getting ahold of himself to straighted up the table, he'd knocked over. His book was splattered on the floor, and it appeared that one of the pages had ripped out. He made a mental note to try and repair it before bringing it back to the library -- no doubt he'd get in trouble for that. He was sure he'd get in trouble for what he'd just done, but it appeared as if Treyen wasn't going to incriminate him -- yet. He was thankful that Lockhart agreed to speak with him. He needed someone to talk to, and the only other person he felt he could ever talk to -- had just broken his heart. Figuring if anyone saw his tempertantrum just now, the rest of the Hufflepuffs would steer clear of him, so Damien shook his head. "We don't need to go anywhere else," he said, voice soft spoken and the complete opposite of how he'd just yelled. Since the furniture were upright in their original position, Damien picked up his book (there was a page that had ripped) and set it down on the table before sitting down in one of the chairs. He didn't want to make eye contact with Treyen -- Damien was embarassed by his actions and still wasn't sure if the Prefect still thought well of him. So he kept his eyes on the book, folding his hands ontop of the table. "How well do you trust people, Treyen?" he finally asked. Not the most direct question perhaps. To Damien, however, it was the perfect lead in to explain how he was feeling at the moment.