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littledhampir 
Isobel was completely absorbed in her own world of writing; a completely fictional world of her own. So absorbed, in fact, that when she heard a voice she jumped and dropped her journal on the floor. Thankfully, the cover was closed when it landed. Isobel smiled sheepishly as she bent down to pick it up, and then looked around for the source of the voice.
"Damien!" That was her very first instinct when she saw who it was. Isobel blushed for a second then jumped up threw her arms around his neck; giving him a big hug. That resulted in her dropping her journal again; and it landed with a thud on the floor of the common room...again. But Isobel did not care. She had not seen Damien all summer; and she had missed him! She might have hugged him like that anyway, but oh well. He was her boyfriend.
Isobel released Damien and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks. She grinned at him. "How have you been? How was your summer?" Isobel's mind jumped to food as she realized that she was hungry, and she wondered why she was so hyper all of a sudden. She tried to make herself focus on Damien. It was not that hard.
It never failed. The light from Isobel's smile always made him feel better about whatever crud was going on in his life -- even if it seemed like it was out of some horror novel, it made no difference. She
always made him feel better. He was about to acknowledge the fallen journal, but before he could get a word out, her arms were wrapped around him, and he could smell the sweetness of her hair, her clothes -- it permeated his senses, sending his mind into a whirlwind of emotions. His arms instictively wrapped around her as he burried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing that spot once, twice and then a third time.
How he loved this girl.
The colour of her cheeks didn't go unnoticed -- that sight was something else to send his mind reeling, but he brought himself back down to Earth so he could respond.
"I'm doing alright," he said, truthfully. "A little tired, but other than that I'm well." His accent flowed freely now; he didn't even attempt to hide it anymore, though it still bothered him to hear the sound of it. "Summer?" he continued. "It wasn't all that eventful. Spent most of it in a room at the Leaky Cauldron, but I went home to Ireland for a bit."
Not the brightest idea.
"How was your summer?" he asked, then indicating the journal. "Might want to pick that up, don't you think? Aren't journals the most private source for all things 'girl'?" he added with a smirk.