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Originally Posted by
ortalismusicoh 
As Nessie walked into the Great hall she spotted. "DAMIEN!!!!!!!!" She ran up to her big bro and gave him a hug. She was so excited to see him, she hadn't seen him at all this term and it was about time she did. She took a seat next to him sure he wouldn't mind. "Mind if I sit?" she asked just incase.
There was so much she had to tell him and this time it was good news...and a little bit of bad news too, but more good. "Guess..." she was about to start telling him her news when she noticed he was drinking some wierd sort of hot drink that didn't look elf-made. "what is that?" she changed her question midway .
The sound of his name being heard clear across the entire Great Hall was enough to make Damien nearly spill the tea all over the front of his sweater, and it took all of two seconds for him to turn his head to the right and see Ness excitednly sitting down next to him. He smiled then chuckled lightly -- he'd really missed the free spirit of this one. Ness was the sister he'd never had, and as such, Damien took extra care when it came to her.
Apparently she had something she wanted him to guess, but stopped midway to take notice of the Irish tea he was drinking. "Family recipe," he replied with another chuckle. "My Aunt managed to teach me a couple things when it comes to conjuring up the perfect up of Irish tea." He took a slow sip out of his black and yellow striped mug, closing his eyes and taking in every bit of taste as he swallowed. "The elves don't do Irish all that much justice, but don't tell them I said that," he added quickly. "I don't want my food to be jinxed or anything."
He set the mug down before turning to face her, stradling the bench he was sitting on. "You wanted me to play a guessing game?" he asked teasingly, referring to her broken apart question that began with the word "guess".