Hogwarts.

It felt like only yesterday he was wandering the grounds in search of answers regarding his life. Everything seemed to be blending together and it was all going too fast for his liking. If it were up to him, Damien would have never gone to Hogwarts in the first place. Maybe none of it would've ever happened. The dreams, the visions --

-- The scar.

He still wore the sleeping charm braclet on his left wrist in an effort to cover it up. The hemp scratched and itched something terrible, but it was better than looking at it. Wondering where it came from and what it meant.

What it all meant.

The Hufflepuff stopped and looked. Sounded like a duck -- an ill one at that. Walking closer to the duck pond itself, he noticed a familiar Gryffindor figure. And the discoloured blob must be that pet lizard of hers -- trying to imitate a duck?

He smiled at the sound, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans and simply watched the two of them for a moment. Damien was thankful to have Daisy around -- ever since Isobel he hadn't really gotten close to anyone. Lockhart might have been the exception, but his Prefect was a year older and always busy with important duties. Things seemed to have changed when he met Daisy. The dreams started to get more vivid. The scar made an appearance. Everything seemed to get more complicated.

Even with the two of them.

He cleared his throat before walking up next to Daisy, sitting on a patch of grass next to her. He reached his arms back, propping himself up.

"S'nice out here," he said simply.