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Where in the world was (Carmen Sandiago?) Damien. Hmm. Nemo looked all over the great hall but where as the other blonde boy. This was the end of their first year as best mates and Nemo would curse the fates if they couldn't at least have one last meal together.
Was that too much to ask for? He looked toward the Slytherin table. Maybe he was there with that weird Hazlewood girl, having some odd shrine build to Stephen King or something to commemorate her weirdness. Possibly.. Or maybe they were just eating. Either way, Nemo wanted to spend his minutes of the term with his best friend and no one else.
So he took a seat at the table, saving a spot. Prepared to give a dirty look to anyone who dared sit in it. It was reserved for Damien. End. Of. Story.
Last feast, last night in the castle until the next Term when hopefully no one would die and his weirdly busy and strangely complicated social life would chill out…. Hopefully.
Anyway, that wasn’t the point, tonight wasn’t a night for teenage angst, it was about… Food? Celebrating the year they’d been through? That sounded about right, yeah.
Damien waddled over to the Gryffindor table, it was not an east feat and he nearly fell over twice as he made his way, thankfully, Nemo had chosen a seat not too far away from the main entrance and Damien didn’t have to waddle far before reaching his bro-mate.
“Dudeeeeeeeee,” He said, taking the seat next to the other boy, making sure his tail wasn’t beneath him.