It wasn't a question, even though she framed it that way. It was almost as if Daisy expected him to find her down here. And -- maybe he did mean to find her, but he wouldn't have known she'd be at the duck pond.

Would he?

"We never really get to finish any conversations that we start," he said, sitting up, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his arms on his knees. He started to fidget with the hemp braclet on his left wrist. "Our conversation in the library last year -- the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley --" What really played on his mind was the conversation they'd had in the library last year. When he first showed Daisy the scar. SOmething happaned between them that night, but her lizard snapped both of them out of their trance.

Probably a good thing too -- the last thing Damien wanted was to get Daisy involved with someone who'd hurt her --

He ran his right hand through his hair, resting it on his neck before turning to look at her squinted face in the suns rays. "I was hoping I'd find you here, Daisy," he confessed.