What Are You Looking At? ((Damien))

[giselle]

Giselle walked purposefully to the Ball, the loud music blasting through the nearby aware. She was very aware that Catherine would be coming down at any time, which made a snarl come to her lips. The stupid girl's friends had been such losers back there; lying and saying that she had to have an invitation. If they were going to lie, they should have at least thought of a better one then that lame excuse. Giselle smirked. She already disliked the one girl who had introduced herself with a little respect to Giselle, but not much. She at least realized her place. The other girl had been a bothersome tick, a thorn in Giselle's shoe, whatever meant she had been annoying. Giselle thought she was a little too head-strong, relying on whatever purpose and poise she had to actually attack Giselle like a vicious animal and make horrible lies that concluded her worth. Nothing at all. Dirt, filth, a fly, anything nasty like she really was. Honestly, she had looked horrible out of place in that dirt rag she had worn and the other girl, what had she been trying to dress up as, a peacock? Giselle stalked into the Ball, greeted by music and dancers. She didn't even heed them any attention, they didn't deserve it anyway.

Giselle went out to the tables that were lavished with food, deciding she would pick at something to pass the time. She picked the pretzel salad, which was good at the first taste, but got old when the second rolled into her mouth. With a gag, Giselle grasped a water nearby and gulped it down, trying to get the disgusting taste out of her cleanly mouth. A small first year boy was running around at the nearest table. Giselle smirked but ignored him until her ran into her, spilling the water all over her. "Bloody hell!" Giselle looked down at her soaked midnight blue dress, which stuck to her figure like glue. "What the hell were you doing? Having some fun, running into people, like the idiot you are, were you?" Giselle grasped the kid by the collar and pulled him over to a corner where no one was. Everyone had gotten out of her way during the march. "You ruined a very fine expensive dress, kiddo." She said with renewed anger. "First, you'll sit over there until you learn something. Think of it as a time out. Secondly, you'll pay for a new dress of my choice. Now, stay here until you think you can leave without me hexing you." Giselle glared pointedly at the little monster before feeling eyes on her back. "What the hell are you looking at?" She asked, rounding on a second person who was older then her this time.

[damien]

Damien walked into the Great Hall, which had been transformed into a muggle's scariest nightmare. Pumpkins, candles, and other Halloween stuffed littered the hall. Damien shrugged to himself. He wasn't a big fan of Halloween, but wasn't going to dis it just because he didn't care about the holiday. It was a rather weird holiday. He couldn't really figure out why it was celebrated, but didn't really care enough to know either way. He had decided to come to the ball unattended. Though he knew a girl wanted to dance with him. He had told his brother he had gotten a date, but Dominic probably realized he hadn't. Damien shrugged again to himself as he smoothed his black dress robes.

Damien stepped into the ball room and was quickly greeted by the young girl that wanted to dance with him. He tried to avoid her, but she persistent and he eventually gave in. For a few minutes he found himself dancing around the ball, before he took a huge crash. Looking down he saw that his shoe laces had been tied together. He immediately began to laugh as he tried to find his twin brother. He saw a familiar laughing form sitting at a table next to a girl. Damien knew it had been Dominic. They used to pull that spell on each other while they were walking down the hallways. It had ended very bad one night when they had both done it at the same time and ended up tying their shoes together instead of individually. That had been a nightmare of a knot to get out.

Damien pulled his shoes off and said a spell under his breath. His shoe laces immediately returned to normal. However, Damien didn't. He was helped up by the girl he was dancing with, but told her he hurt his knee and could no longer dance. She was disappointed, but was determined to help him to a chair. He quickly brushed her off and told her had it. He quickly slipped his shoes back on as she was swept away by another guy. He sighed in relief. Dominic had no idea how big a favor it just did for Damien. He would never let him know though. To tell his brother that he just saved him from dancing all night long, yeah, that was a little ridiculous. Damien headed for the snack bar, but was interrupted by a loud voice. He looked to a corner of the Great Hall and saw an older girl scolding a younger boy who seemed terrified.

Damien smiled at the terrified expression, but soon made his way toward the girl and stood behind her. He was listening to what had happened. He took out his wand as she turned around shouting at him. Damien tried not to laugh at her over-reaction. Damien just smiled and said, "You know you can dry that out with the spell Arefacio and you can make sure it doesn't stain with Scourgify, just thought you'd like to know that," Damien said. He was going to do it for the girl, but thought he might get attacked himself. He left his wand at his side waiting to see if the girl was going to over-react again. Magic was amazing, it could fix everything. "You must be Giselle Dumas. I've heard of you. You're one of the other set of twins that have been separated. My twin is Dominic, if you couldn't tell, he's in Slytherin. My name is Damien," Damien said. He held out a hand for her to take, but was not sure if she would accept the introduction. After all, she was pretty upset.

[giselle]

Giselle raised a sleek eyebrow at the boy. "What do you think I am, stupid?" she asked snottily, her lips curled into a smirk. "I know all that! It's just this little brat has to learn somehow or another, and I'm going to be the person to teach him. I mean, who goes running into others while they're drinking something? An idiot, that's who." Giselle answered herself confidently before letting the man utter a word. He was indeed old enough to be called a man, but unless he was a pureblood, Giselle would always consider someone like him a boy. With a fresh smirk lifting her lips, Giselle noticed he had a wand at his side. Funny, was he trying to actually help her?

"You can put your wand back away. You won't be needing it." She told him with a snobby air. "I wouldn't attack you. There's too many people around and the food in my stomach is giving me cramps." Giselle was always one to complain. "Horrible, horrible food. Even the water tastes bad," she muttered with a glare at the table where everyone was munching away. They looked happy; happy?! Strange, how people could be so oblivious to real things. Giselle did a quick look around to see if Catherine had entered yet while the person named Damien spoke. She raised an eyebrow as he said he had heard of her. "Oh, really?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. "I wonder why that is? Is it my talent or my looks?" she smirked, not expecting an answer back.

"As for separate twins, yes. Catherine Dumas is my identical twin and she's been living in the House of Dumas since she was nine years of age. I've seen Dominic, but I didn't know he was...your....twin. You do look alike now that I look at you though." Giselle's eyes found the man who was Dominic and they shifted from Damien to him, realizing they did look very alike. She didn't hesitate in taking his hand as she realized that he must be a pureblood. Not that bad of a find, but it really depended what House he was in. "So, are you a....smarty Raven? Or a brave Gryffie? I can't see you as a Hufflepuff, but if you are it just shows my lack of caring."

[damien]

Damien smirked at the girl when she asked if she was stupid. "I apologize. I thought you were older than that. You needn't show this child a lesson. I haven't seen anyone over a 3 year teach a first year a lesson, but perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe this child is in need of a stern lesson," Damien said with interest. He hated it when Slytherins felt they needed to teach others a lesson. Granted sometimes people got on his nerves, but he wouldn't automatically attack them, because of their annoyance. He had more important things on his mind than torturing little students. Damien looked at the girl as she noticed his wand in his hand. He looked down at his hand holding his wand ready to help her if she needed it. She was old enough to help herself, but her immature actions of before seemed too childish to make her think clearly enough to be mature.

Damien laughed when he heard that she thought that he thought she would attack him. "I don't think you'd attack me. I thought I'd try to help you, but I figured you could help yourself. If you even tried to attack me you'd regret it in seconds," Damien laughed. He would never think about attacking the girl if she attacked him. He wasn't like that. Damien was the kind of person that would rather show how weak the other person was while they continued to try to hurt him. Damien was reserved and his kindness was more inner than outer. He helped people become better he didn't hurt others that were weaker or stronger than him.

"Yes, I've heard about you. It was through my brother. It seems your attitude is one of the high pureblood Slytherin families. You're superior compared to others. At the moment you haven't really shown how superior you are, but I'm sure you just need a little time to act like the Slytherin you are. I'm not a Slytherin, but as a Ravenclaw I have my own pureblood to keep sanitary. I don't really care about superiority in the wizarding world, but I do care about acting reserved," Damien said. He didn't know if she would understand at all, but he didn't really care. Acting mature was completely different than what she was doing. How could one act mature if they were upset and angry over a first years stupid actions? They needed to act older than that.

"Yes, we do look alike, after all, we are identical twins," Damien said. He must have convinced Giselle that he was truly a pureblood, because she slipped her hand into his outstretched one. He didn't shake it like most men would, he took her hand and kissed it gently as a gentleman would. He let her hand go gently and looked her straight in the eye. "I would be in Ravenclaw, the house for those of cunning smarts," Damien quoted the hat's song from his first year. "Why are you in Slytherin?" Damien asked. He had a pretty good idea why, but he would prefer to know why she wanted to be in Slytherin, why she chose Slytherin. She obviously had her own thoughts about pureblood families.

[giselle]

"Oh really? It happens all the time. First years have to be put in their place. I would explain it to you but I simply don't feel like it." Giselle smirked at the older Raven. He didn't know much about the real world. Giselle was positive she knew the basic of coming into the world. All her life she had been pampered and spoiled, she admitted it. And she was proud of it. It showed how much her parents cared about her. She didn't take little kids' annoying manners lightly, nor older kids'. She had more experience at this and was confident her ways of teaching were the right ones. I mean, would that same first year ever bother her again? No. It worked perfectly.

Giselle smiled sarcastically as Damien said that she would regret attacking him and he had only been trying to help her. Interesting. Giselle shook her head and took out her wand. "Arefacio," she said calmly and her dress dried out rather nicely. "Scourgify," she stated again in the same calm tone and all stains were gone. She smirked at Damien and put her wand back away. "See?" Giselle said with a quick smirk. "I can do it myself easily. No need to worry about me, although it's flattering." She put her hands on her hips. "Don't be so sure. I may be a lady but I can pack a powerful punch, as muggles put it." Remembering her little lesson from Mother, Giselle shivered before she could stop herself. Glancing up at Damien, she wondered if he had noticed. She hoped not; that would be a weakness she would rather not display. After all, who was afraid of their own mother?

Giselle smirked as the Raven talked about superior beings and being reserved was all her cared about. "Sounds boring to me," she said honestly, flicking her wrist. "If you're so reserved, no one gets to see what you're really like and that's almost like hiding yourself. Who would want to do that? Besides yourself, I mean." Giselle added, but it didn't come out as mean as she had planned. She knew that since he was a pureblood, and purebloods from other Houses were to be recognized. Damien didn't seem too bad, although he continued to be the smarty Raven. Giselle hated goody-two-shoes. They were so annoying! "You're right on me though. I haven't even begun to be a Slytherin yet. I was being nice to that little boy over there. Honestly, he didn't deserve it, but somewhere in my heart I found the kindness to give him time to find his happy place."

Giselle watched with a slightly open mouth as Damien kissed her hand. No one had ever done that before, or at least no one of remembrance. Not even her many boyfriends. Giselle closed her gaping mouth and gave Damien a tight smile. "Why am I in Slytherin? First, I found my own kind and second, my personality. I'm all for myself, if you must now. Selfish, self-centered, spoiled, pampered.... it all describes myself and I believe I'm in Slytherin because of my pureblood linage as well. That's also very important." Giselle smirked. She was in Slytherin for all the obvious reasons and all the reasons there were. She belonged there. "C'mon," Giselle told Damien and she brought him over to the snacking table. "My feet feel like weights and I must sit." She sat down daintily on the bench and looked at the dance floor almost with longing. Too bad she didn't have anyone to dance with. She was going to dance with Cathy but since she decided her little friends were better.... Giselle's face flushed with anger and her eyes grew over-bright as she thought about them. She looked back at Damien. "Would you like to dance with me?" She asked, not missing a beat. A song was going at the moment, and it was rather fast. The next one would probably be slower. "After this song, if you want to."