SPOILER!!: Damien
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Originally Posted by
Kimstar18 
He wanted to take her hand. As a friendly gesture, of course, but there was the complication of another guy in Isobel's life, and last thing Damien needed right now was more complications. His entire life was a big one that was just now starting to figure itself out.
One of the many things he could discuss with her on their ride. It could certainly be a long one.
Damien trailed slightly behind Isobel and heard her greet the person who was working the Ferris Wheel. He gave the man a friendly nod and greeting before walking up behind along side her. "You --- You're sure you want to go up there?" he asked. He was starting to feel bad because the poor girl really did have some crazy aversion to heights. Yet, she was the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain and kept urging him to go flying with her.
Crazy girl.
"I'll be with you the whole time," he added. The whole ride that is. Bah! Why couldn't anything be simple. Where was Lockhart when you needed him? Damien stepped ahead of Isobel and into the basket, holding it as steady as he could for her to climb in. Looked about as chivilrous as a goat. Ferris Wheel's could be considered a more --- romantic ride. The operator probably thought he was being a complete git towards her.
It's not like her boyfriend would be anywhere nearby. Not to mention the fact that Isobel probably wouldn't even be with Damien if her boyfriend was somwhere around the carnival.
And it was just a friendly gesture.
"Come on, Isobel," he urged, slowly extending his hand out to her.
Isobel took a deep breath and nodded. Truthfully, she wasn't sure if she wanted to, but she
would. She knew that she had to though, because she couldn't go through her life without ever riding a Ferris Wheel. It would be better to ride a normal Ferris Wheel, but this worked.
She gave him and shaky smile and stepped toward the Ferris Wheel. His presence itself was reassuring; she didn't think she could do it without him there. And then, he reached his hand out toward her. Isobel's smile grew a little and she took his hand. She climbed in to the basket and sat next to him.
"Don't let go of my hand, okay?" She turned to look him in the eye and she squeezed his hand quick. Her fright was growing by the second, soon they would be really high up in the air.