 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
Tired.
So. Very. Tired.
Being a student at this school was, with out a doubt, the most exhausting experience Damien's ever had. Especially this year. Between the strange dreams and reading about them in that book ... meeting more new people than he new how to deal with ... But he was glad to have met every single one of them, so far. There were, what seemed like a million more students at Hogwarts and he'd obviously never know all of them. That wasn't his goal.
He wasn't quite sure what his goal was.
Draging his feet through the Entrance Hall after spending a lot of time on the grounds, Damien sighed heavily before running his hand through his hair.
So. Very. Tired.
And then the screeching voices of nearby girls floated through his ears. Perfect. Just what he wanted to deal with on his way back to the quiet solitute of the Common Room. Unfortunately there was no other way around them, either. They seemed to be gathered in some heap, no doubt discussing make-up tipes or 'How on Earth could you wear something like that!' Ugh. It was enough to make any man want to stay single forever. |