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Kimstar18 The girls down the hall from Damien and Treyen seemed to be increasing their volume with each passing second. He wanted to draw out his wand right then and there and silence them himself. But Lockhart was Prefect. Even if the two boys were friends, Damien would still have gotten into trouble. He wouldn't expect Treyen to do his job, and not let anything slide simply because it was a friend who'd broken the rules.
Still ... it'd be so easy to quiet the girls with his wand.
Turning his attention back to Lockhart, Damien began the daunting task of explaining how it was that Treyen didn't know who he, Damien was, let alone what year he was in. "I have only just arrived," he began "Though I have been at Hogwarts before. Last year; A brief time during my fourth year." He paused, running his hand through his hair. "Due to circumstances beyond my control, I needed to spend some time in Ireland."
Not wanting to say anymore than that right now, Damien considered that portion of the explanation complete. Until he could find out more information, he didn't want to voice anything else to Lockhart. Another guy who seemed easy to get along with; which was exactly what Damien needed.
"At the moment I'm in my 5th year."
Damien looked slightly annoyed by something, didn't he? Yet Treyen knew it wasn't his presence. And there was no one close enough, except some group of girls...maybe he had an ex-girlfriend he didn't want to see anymore?
Treyen paid little attention to it when the boy started to talk again, or rather, reply. Oh. The Prefect nodded, and frowned a little bit, but it was only for a second and he doubted Damien would've noticed. Ireland, eh? That's were the accent came from.
"I take it that's where you're from?" Ireland. It's not like his accent was that strong anyway.
Hey, hold on a second.
Okay, this time his eyebrows were brought together in a frown for real. Damien wasn't that other boy that shared dormitories with him and Chandler, so, who on Earth was this one?
"I'm a fifth year too," his expression turned to a confused one,
"Where do you sleep?" yeah, that was his main concern.