Irish eyes || Nanny McPhee Even if he didn't know anyone on the Gryffindor or Slytherin teams, Damien was still quite curious to watch. He thought himself rather adventuours actually; coming out here all on his own to watch a game in which he knew none of the players.
Yes, quite adventuours indeed.
Yet as he wandered through the stands, his eyes fell upon a familiar blonde head of hair. Now, at this point, he was just plain happy.
Sauntering up to Isobel's side, Damien acted as if he'd been standing there with her all along. "You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this Quidditch thing," he said nodding his head in the direction of the Pitch. "Not to mention I'm taking it upon myself to be more social."
He turned to her and smiled. "Hi." |