Originally Posted by nicole black

Damien was serious. It was not a mood the boy often was in, but this meeting with his head of house – Celebrated Astronomer Airey Flamsteed – was not to be taken lightly, especially not if he wanted to get out of wearing those awful, horrendous, shapeless, gross robes. So he put on his nicest dark blue suit – It was Prada, thank you – with a crisp dress shirt, matching tie and the silver tie clip his mother had bought him when he’d gotten into Hogwarts. The final touch was the careful styling of his dark blond hair.

All in all, Damien thought he looked cool, well put together and ready to “lawyer up” as the saying went. A thought that gave him confidence as he walked up to the Professor’s office, where he was pleased to spot his Partner in Crime already waiting for him.

“Miss Hazlewood,” He said, nodding his head curtly to her. And then he caught sight of the briefcase and he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Knock, if you would?” Damien added, after gathering himself and clearing his throat in that way he always did when nervous.

“nice briefcase, btw.” The boy just couldn't help himself.