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Krel Ansell · 01-17-2012, 04:33 PM

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Originally Posted by NannyMcPhee

Damien's finger lingered on the spine of a book. A book that didn't offer anything for him -- Daisy's question didn't exactly catch him off guard, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Not really, no," he replied, finally turning around to look at her, appearing to curiously watch her (was it a pet?). Daisy was the kind of person to not have a care in the world. He tilted his head curiously, wishing he could have the same mindset. Perhaps all that's happened to him was just odd and simply that. But for some reason occupied so many thoughts, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

"She's probably no older than early 40's," he added, running his hand thorugh his hair, walking back to Daisy. He leaned against the bookshelf across from her and slid down to the floor.

She shifted her attention from Astrid to Damien. He looked like he could use a good cup of tea and a long night’s rest. She tilted her head to the side, her pony tail swinging out behind her head to land on her shoulder. And a cookie, her stomach growled. Heck, I could use a cookie. But cookies would have to wait.

She wondered if the thought had passed his mind of whether is ‘aunt’ was really his aunt. She could have been anyone really; from a true and honest aunt to his mother to a sister to a complete stranger who had kidnapped him from the hospital when he was a wee babe. She didn’t think he’d like to hear her theories on who his aunt could have been and speculating at this point probably wouldn’t be of much help. “Did your aunt have any ‘special’ abilities?” she asked. Damien hasn’t told her of his background. He could have come from muggle stock or he could be a pure bred for all she knew, although she doubted the pure-bloodedness…he was missing the odd shifty – cock-eyed look most of them had.

01-17-2012, 04:33 PM	#83 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Quote: Originally Posted by NannyMcPhee Damien's finger lingered on the spine of a book. A book that didn't offer anything for him -- Daisy's question didn't exactly catch him off guard, but it was interesting nonetheless. "Not really, no," he replied, finally turning around to look at her, appearing to curiously watch her (was it a pet?). Daisy was the kind of person to not have a care in the world. He tilted his head curiously, wishing he could have the same mindset. Perhaps all that's happened to him was just odd and simply that. But for some reason occupied so many thoughts, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. "She's probably no older than early 40's," he added, running his hand thorugh his hair, walking back to Daisy. He leaned against the bookshelf across from her and slid down to the floor. She shifted her attention from Astrid to Damien. He looked like he could use a good cup of tea and a long night’s rest. She tilted her head to the side, her pony tail swinging out behind her head to land on her shoulder. And a cookie, her stomach growled. Heck, I could use a cookie. But cookies would have to wait. She wondered if the thought had passed his mind of whether is ‘aunt’ was really his aunt. She could have been anyone really; from a true and honest aunt to his mother to a sister to a complete stranger who had kidnapped him from the hospital when he was a wee babe. She didn’t think he’d like to hear her theories on who his aunt could have been and speculating at this point probably wouldn’t be of much help. “Did your aunt have any ‘special’ abilities?” she asked. Damien hasn’t told her of his background. He could have come from muggle stock or he could be a pure bred for all she knew, although she doubted the pure-bloodedness…he was missing the odd shifty – cock-eyed look most of them had. __________________