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NannyMcPhee What exactly was this kid playing at? Sounded slightly mad, which wouldn't do his house any good. "Maybe your kind of fun is different from hers," he commented. Hey, he hardly knew either one of them, but Damien knew the difference between having a bit of fun, and full on torturing someone.
Obviously the girl was not having any fun.
And clearly this bloke wasn't going to be threatened in Damien's house colors. He still had no idea why the Sorting Hat put him in Hufflepuff. Just saying the house's name alone made you sound like a marshmallow.
"Maybe lay off a bit on your fun, yeah?" he replied. "Find someone who understands you better."
*Now the laughing had stopped from Noah. Who did this Irish bloke think he was talking to him like that? Stepping up to the guy he gave him a glare.*
"Look here mate, you have no idea what kind of fun I have. This girl...*Who Noah forgot the name of.* ...has been sour to me since the train. It was a total accident that I ran into her. She was the one who stopped all suddenly. And the boats? We were still docked! Just wanted to have a little fun. So back off badger boy, you don't know me so don't talk like you do."