"Yes well --" he stammered before clearing his throat. "I guess I have the Sorting Hat to thank for the insect-looking unifrom, don't I?" He looked down at his own tie and snatched the knot to loosen it up a little around the collar. It was then that he noticed her own house colors. The blue footwear made him chuckle a little. "Makes sense you'd at least sport some form of Ravenclaw house," he sad nodding to her feet. "When I met you in Diagon Alley, I could have sworn that's the house were in -- never pegged you for a Gryffindor."

"No offense, of course," he added quickly as an afterthought.

Damien ran his hand through his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. "I wouldn't mind trying to dive deeper in an attempt to find something different from last term's reading choice," he said. "Truth be told I figured I'd have a chance at running into you if I were here."

Now -- Damien was seeing Isobel. And he was happy being with her. Daisy offered something different for him, though. The chance at a conversation in which the other party involved (Daisy) might not think him (Damien) a complete and total nutter. Then again -- up until last term, he never even spoke to anyone.