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Kimstar18 
Damien wasn't exactly sure what brought him back to the library. This particular place at Hogwarts brought nothing but bad memories back when he would rather forget them. One of the first times he came in here was to try and find a book. A book that might offer some sort of explanation as to why things seemed to be missing from his life. Crucial bits and pieces of information that normal people would be able to recall; and yet -- he couldn't.
Then there was the time he and Isobel sat here talking. Damien actually found himself drawn to her. He wanted to be around her -- he needed to be around her. And she was so willing and ready to listen to whatever secrets he was ready to spill. That unfortunately got messed up as well, and might very well be the last time he ever comes in physical contact with another girl.
How could he forget what he'd seen between her and the other boy -- the one with the baby face who looked no older than a first year, but apparently was the same age as Isobel.
It'd been weeks since their fight. When she told him he was her friend. Gave no other hints and anything else, it was just that. Friends. Best friends.
Final nail in his coffin.
"Ugh!" he huffed before flunking down into one of the chairs in the reading lounge.
Why did he come back in here?!
Isobel had her notebook in her hands as she walked in to the Library. All day she had been feeling a need to write, now she finally could and she felt like this was the best place to do it.
When she came in she felt like she might be writing a sad story. At least, that's the direction her emotions went. She remembered the last time she had been in here and found out Damien did not like hugging her. At all. The thought made her feel like crying, and she tried her hardest to resist.
Had her thoughts called to him subconsciously? No that was ridiculous, he had been there first, after all. Maybe his thoughts had subconsciously called to-wait that didn't make sense either, she had been the one thinking about him. And he probably was thinking about things much more interesting than her.
Isobel sat down on a chair not too far from him. She opened her notebook and looked at it blankly. She couldn't think of anything to write, her thoughts kept jumping to Damien. Every few seconds her eyes looked up ever so slightly, just enough to see his profile. Should she say hi?
...
Of course she should! They were friends after all. Best friends. And,
unfortunately, nothing more. Isobel looked up with her whole head this time, pretending to just notice him. She smiled.
"Hey Damien."