 Damien has a cruuuuush xD Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Questioning Lockhart, Damien gave him a raised eyebrow. "I don't know many girls, Trey," he replied. In fact he could count on one hand the girls he talked to at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. A wopping two. That, however didn't include the ones he'd met in passing; Maybelle for example. But there were only two he'd managed to carry on meaningful conversations with. The fun, carefree and innocent Ness -- and Isobel.
He cleared his throat. "Of course I like her," he added. "And even if the possibility were there for me to care more for her," (not admitting that) "The fact remains that I've seen her with someone else. Another guy."
Damien was suddenly aware that Lockhart knew Isobel. They were both on the Quidditch team. No names had been mentioned, and yet it was almost as if the sudden insecurity and vulnerability would give it away. Treyen didn't seem like the type to make fun. Of anyone for that matter. The two boys had never had this deep of a conversation before; involving what could be a touchy subject. Opening up to tell Treyen who he'd begun to care for so much was (as the Prefect mentioned before) a risk.
Pausing for a moment, Damien rubbed the back of his neck. "We're friends -- don't you think so?" He meant it to sound more of a statement then a question. Lockhart might think Damien to believe they weren't. "I mean --" he began again. "You are a friend to me, Trey." |