Damon strolled into the Great Hall, hands in his pockets and eyes searching for an empty seat at the Slytherin table. All the laughter and talk gave him a headache. He rand his hand through his hair. Man, this was going to be a long year. He really hoped he wasnt going to be the one left out this year...again. Maybe people didn't like that he was mischievous. That really annoyed him too because if people just got to know him, they would discover that he was actually quite nice. He sighed and hovered by the table hoping a space would appear soon.