The whole Hogwarts experience was overwhelming for the little first year, to be honest. Half the time he had absolutely no idea about what he was doing or where he was going. Getting lost in the enormous castle was quickly becoming his thing. And friends weren't aplenty, either. Sniff.

Refusing to feel sorry for himself, Damian entered SNAC's meeting room huffing and puffing. The boy had spent the last twenty something minutes trying to locate the room of serenity.

SO MUCH PURPLE.

And PEOPLE.

Pushing his blond bangs out of his face, Damian joined the older students timidly at the table, his cheeks ruddy and warm. "Oh..." He said, staring at the students; he had forgotten to grab a pillow on his way over. He crawled, on all fours, over to the squishy purple pillows, quickly got hold of one without drawing more attention, and hurried back to the table. "Umm...hello Professor Morgan." It only dawned on him now to greet the professor. Ugh. Hope she didn't find him impolite. "You look pretty today . . ." He said, squirming in his seat, "I mean *cough* you're always pretty." Damian added quickly, wringing his hands together, and blushing perpetually.

Ooooohhkay. That was . . . something.

He shifted his attention to the girl and three guys. "Hello, nice to meet you all. I'm Damian." He smiled awkwardly, and proceeded to stare at the platter of cookies. Oooo, could he eat them?