With the black messenger bag over his shoulder, Damien walked into the library, Daisy close by his side; glancing every now and then over in her direction. He was half afraid she'd start yelling at him again, but was also trying to find a way to say how greatful he was that she was willing to hear him out. Willing to listen to his crazy notions while keeping an open mind.

It was either tell her or be "squished" according to Daisy.

The bookshelves were the nicest area of the library if you needed to hide. There were thousands upon thousands of shelves which made ducking into a corner a very easy task indeed. He was going to head for one section in particular. When Daisy mentioned his dream being a premonition, it made him think of Divination. Now -- Damien thought it was the most rediculous notion in the world, but perhaps Daisy was on to something. Maybe he'd been looking in the wrong sections all along and needed a different resource.

So down an aisle they went where the schools Divination books were kept. It smelled funny -- sort of like tea.

About halfway down Damien stopped and looked down at Daisy. "Ehm --" he stuttered, running his hand thorugh his hair. "Look, I'm not quite sure what to begin with," he added. "I'm sure you've noticed this by now -- but -- I'm not much of a talker --"