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Lockhartian · 07-30-2011, 10:28 PM

Text Cut: Damien

Well, Damien had spoken the truth, because soon enough, and amazingly fast, the furniture was back in place, well, the ones that were on his side, since Treyen helped with the ones on his. There. House-elves should be proud, as long as they don't give Treyen a broom to clean up, then all was well.

Oh. Good. "Okay," he said, when Damien had said that they could stay here. Not that Treyen had anything planned for the rest of the day, after all, OWLs were finally over, and so were him and Ellie.

Did he need help with that book, by the way? He could repair it, a simple 'Reparo' would do, no?

But Treyen cared very little for the book, and he soon joined Damien in a chair next to his, eyes on the boy, not the book. "I don't exactly know what you mean," he truly didn't, "I...kind of always think the best of them, until proven wrong," which meant...that if Ellie thought the same way, then her image of Treyen was completely broken and altered to some unrecognizable Treyen.

That hurt.

But they were talking about Damien now. "Why do you ask?"

07-30-2011, 10:28 PM	#431 (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 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. Well, Damien had spoken the truth, because soon enough, and amazingly fast, the furniture was back in place, well, the ones that were on his side, since Treyen helped with the ones on his. There. House-elves should be proud, as long as they don't give Treyen a broom to clean up, then all was well. Oh. Good. "Okay," he said, when Damien had said that they could stay here. Not that Treyen had anything planned for the rest of the day, after all, OWLs were finally over, and so were him and Ellie. Did he need help with that book, by the way? He could repair it, a simple 'Reparo' would do, no? But Treyen cared very little for the book, and he soon joined Damien in a chair next to his, eyes on the boy, not the book. "I don't exactly know what you mean," he truly didn't, "I...kind of always think the best of them, until proven wrong," which meant...that if Ellie thought the same way, then her image of Treyen was completely broken and altered to some unrecognizable Treyen. That hurt. But they were talking about Damien now. "Why do you ask?"