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Damien fidgeted a bit nervously when Marina and Dom began carrying on a conversation. They seemed like there was some undercurrent of tension and dislike, which he was confused about. Dom'd been happy for them, right? So why was he so uncomfortable? Or was he worried proximity to them would led to his mother being informed? Damien recalled that Dom's mother was a nurse here at the school, and he scowled at the thought. Dom might get in trouble for spending time with Damien if his parents found out about the two of them. Not to mention the fact that Dom's and Damien's fathers had been getting a bit on the chummy side lately. Charles might inform Wesley of what was going on if they attracted the attention. How bloody aggravating... When the two discussed the clubs, Damien just sort of sat there, not really knowing what to say. He didn't particularly care for chess, or dueling. He sighed a bit, and was almost relieved when the drama at the Hufflepuff table attracted Marina's attention. He glanced over, noting Michelle make her way over to the crowd, and saw tiny little Adalaide hovering by an older girl and the floating body of an unconscious first year. His eyebrows arched. He hadn't realized Michelle's sister would be attending this year. "I do hope the girl is alright... and that Michelle doesn't murder them all in her sleep. I'm sure Adalaide's told her how to get into the Hufflepuff Dorms, after all." The two girls were thick as thieves, which astounded Damien to no end, since Ada was so sweet and Michelle was... well, not. Polar opposites. But then, opposites were supposed to attract, right? He glanced at Marina, a small smile reaching his lips at the thought. He supposed that, other than a love of reading and a certain unfortunate ending to their first year, they didn't have much in common, either.

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'It's natural for a thing like me...'

A keen eye had taken vigil and immediately pinpointed the soaring streak of silver hair that slithered from the table and past the great doors, where a suspended student and a nervous Adalaide had rushed through several moments prior. He cocked his head to the side, more than grateful for the distraction as he furrowed his brows and shrugged his shoulders. ”Blimey, I wonder what even happened,” he commented impassively as he darted his gaze between each one in turn as they spoke.

He rarely offered little more than the shrug of his shoulders to each one; after all, it was still taking a bit of getting used to, being on friendly terms with Marina. It didn’t seem like so long ago that he thought he might actually hate her, and now…? But the summer had been a revelation. His parents had actually relented on his studies to give him the summer of freedom—and they spent it on the castle walls, wondering just how much greener the grass was on the other side.

It felt weird now, having everyone watch them. Were they even watching? Or was he just being paranoid again?

”Aye,” Dominic agreed, ”but all the better—that’ll just make it that much easier to win the quidditch cup and and the house cup again.” He smirked, his eyes trailing over the door before lingering over the horizon of students in search of a particularly vivid violet head in a sea of blue and bronze. Maybe he should write her a note? No—no—that would just seem pathetic, wouldn’t it?

Damn it all…

Do you CARE about me?
Do you THINK I don't BLEED?
Why are you trying to HIDE behind a stupid LIE
When the TRUTH is your EYES

MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED
PROUD HALFBLOOD
SLYTHERIN FOURTH YEAR

You say you'll never go that far: Happy | But you're not who you say you are: No pressure... | Your time is up in too many places: Damien and Dominic | You've got too many faces: Slytherin Table | Wearing

Marina wrinkled her brow, thinking. How did one get into the Hufflepuff dorms? "I think it involves barrel tapping or something. Their common room is underground, after all." The Slytherin one was underwater, which she'd always secretly thought of as wicked cool. Not that she was going to say it. Slytherins didn't gush over common room locations.

"She probably fainted from all the excitement. I mean, most of the Hufflepuffs are practically bouncing in their seats, with all the new first years they're getting." How many kind, friendly kids could there possibly be? A lot, apparently. As for Michelle murdering them in their sleep... That was actually quite plausible. Marina had seen her set people on fire, after all, and enjoy it. Of course she'd set a few people on fire too, but that was to avoid getting killed.

"If the whole table is empty at breakfast tomorrow except for Ada and Olyvia, we'll know who did it," the redhead commented wryly. She could have sworn she saw Dominic looking over towards the Ravenclaw table, specifically at a purple head of hair. Could he be looking at who she thought he was looking at? Maybe. She gave Damien a look, which said, I have my suspicions. And indeed she did.

You've got your HEART in too many PLACES

Always LAYING the BLAME
You're never ONE and the SAME
Could it be that you're AFRAID to look INSIDE
And find you'll NEVER get it RIGHT

Edajin Tarot

Edajin took the book carefully, opening its cover and flipping through the pages curiously.. his eyes studying intensively. When he heard a foreign voice over his shoulder, he tensed up sharply and snapped the book shut, riled eyes glancing defensively over his shoulder while he remained silent. All that was going through his head was that he didn't know this other boy, and he had no idea of knowing what he might do. The contents of that book were Hershel's secrets, and the other boy had been looking over his shoulder. Now he was talking to him. What was he supposed to do?



Location: The Great Hall
With: Slytherin Table

Conn walked over to the Slytherin table with a blank look on his face. Tanking a seat he looked down the table and then rubbed his eyes under his sunglasses, keeping them on and taking some food. this is going to be so fun, he thought to himself being sarcastic. eating a very little before stopping eating at all. Then moving his eyes to look at the others with not moving his head, so the others could not see what he was looking at.