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sarahlooo 
She had PUDDING in her hair. That was a fact. What wasn't a fact was that it was all Damien's fault, but she was gonna blame him anyway because he was the only one who was around her at the time that it happened. And now that boy was being dragged down the hallway by a tall, brown-skin, sleek haired girl who was determined to get said putting out and fix her hair. With his help, of course. Besides that, she wanted to keep an eye on him because his life was more depressing than a 500 page novel of Moaning Myrtle's eternal woes of life.
"In here," she said, tugging Damien into the girl's bathroom with her. She wasn't worried; not many girls used this bathroom anyway. And they'd only be in there for just a moment, just to fix her hair. Evie planted herself in front of a mirror and got out her wand. Time to de-pudding.
He was being dragged. Dragged across the castle and to a girl's loo. A place Damien Anderson-Belfort had never thought to enter. One, because it was unneeded, and to? Because it was ungentlemanly like, and Damien was a lot of things, but he was always a gentleman.
Honestly though, only Evangeline Shacklebolt would get pudding in her hair, and only she would deem it necessary to blame it on Damien and force him to help. Damien sighed.
the things I do for love. He thought to himself as he was led (rather roughly) into the bathroom. "Evieeeeeeeeeeee. You could just
scourgify it, you know?" He teased, his bright eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched the beautiful girl in her attempts. "You didn't need a mirror for that." He added, sitting himself cross legged on the bathroom floor, it was cold, but thankfully not wet and that was what mattered.
Resigning himself to his fate, Damien pulled out his bubble pipe, tapped it once with his wand and blew on it experimentally. He hadn't been trying for golden glittery bubbles... Weird.