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Originally Posted by
nicole black 
The Observatory had always been one of Damien's favorite haunts, especially on a clear night when the castle was quiet and his thoughts were feeling too... Loud.
This was one of those times. He didn't know what had turned him so thoughtful all of a sudden, his mother often said it was his intuition striking him before whatever was about to happen, happened, while his father, impractical, crazy man that he was, called it*teen angst and told Damien to push through it.
Damien sort of believed it was the sooner, which was way he was here tonight with his bubble pipe and a book, in an attempt to clear his head and empty himself of all the maddening thoughts threatening to overload him. He sat down cross legged on the floor and sighed, taking in the quiet and the night and just... Enjoying it.
Of course, the dreamy-headed boy had no idea he'd soon be interrupted, if he had, he might have packed up and gotten the hell out of dodge.
Marion had mostly been keeping to herself recently. Gliding about the corridors and occasionally eavesdropping on a group or pairing of students who seemed to be buzzing with some juicy gossip to help make her feel alive. More than anything, however, she longed to get her hands dirty in the Tower Patch. Perhaps plant a new bed of flowers beside the pathways or trim some of the bushes into affectionate topiaries. But her desires were for naught as her hands would simply go right through any tools she dared try and hold.
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Oh goodness gracious HEAVENS above," she lamented as she floated up through the floor of the Observatory. "
Why oh why oh WHY...are you such a STUDMUFFIN?!"
Forgetting her woes once again, Marion quickly glided over towards the young man and promptly interrupted her reading. Had her loud entrance not done so already.
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Well, helloooooooooooooooooooooo and GOOD evening to you, young man."
Oh were she alive, 50 years younger, and not already married to the love of her life!