 Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee
He knew of the Kestrels. Never went to matches, but he'd see them in reports and such.
Damien jumped, taken aback by Lockharts response to where he was bunking at night. Of course he'd respond that way. Being Prefect and finding out that one of his own housemates (who he's never seen before) isn't even sleeping in his own dorm. Had to give the guy credit, that's for sure. He definately deserved to have that pin on his robes. He wa going out of his way for Damien, really; more than any other person he'd met as a matter of fact.
Treyen didn't know Damien's whole story, yet though.
"You're certainly going through a lot of effort," he said, taking his hands out of his pockets. "No need to bother a House-Elf. I do hear they are also quite accomodating. I don't really take up too much space and don't have too many things with me anyway."
So was it settled then? Was Damien going to follow Lockhart back to the Common Room and get settled in the boys dormitory? Maybe this is going to be a step in the right direction. Maybe if he started acting like everything was normal, fine and dandy ... then maybe he could finally find some peace. |