Oh How I Hate Surprises ((Wynd))

[Damara Hemingway S6]

“Damara, that’s crazy.” Damara raised an eyebrow. “Choose your words very wisely Trent North.” She said keeping her ice blue eyes firmly planted on the seventh year. Trent ducked from her glare and looked to the floor. He had always been intimidated by Damara, but then again, who wasn’t intimidated by a powerful gang leader’s daughter? Even more than that, Trent knew there was a chance that he would someday wed Damara or at least he thought so. Luciana had talked it over with Trent’s parents, but she had forgotten one little detail: Damara would never in a million years agree to marry insufferable Trent North. Okay, he wasn’t that bad. Damara didn’t respect him but she tolerated them. And that was all anyone could ask for. Usually, Damara didn’t divulge such details with pre-Entourage members. True, she wasn’t officially in the Entourage yet, but she would be upon graduation. Luciana counted on Damara to plan things. After all, Dustin was no help at all and Vincent was too young. Damara handled the Hogwart’s affairs as well as managed ‘events’ while at school. She hated that she had to ask Trent North for assistance, but Damara would do anything for the Entourage.

“I’m just saying that your plan is taking too much of a risk.” Trent said walking around their secluded area of the common room. They used hushed tones but no one would dare bother them. Plus, they were speaking of anything directly. “That’s the point.” Damara interjected. “The higher the risk the higher the reward. Really, have you ever talked to your parents.” Trent glared at her and Damara simply held her icy stare. She would much rather work with Trent’s sister, Brinkley on this but she was too young. She could be trust but not on this level, not yet. “Damara, you could lose..terribly your way.” He leaned in. “Our men could die.” Damara raised an eye-brow. “I’ve got it sorted. Just agree with me so I can tell my mother that we are in agreement.” Silly Luciana thought it would be ‘fun’ for Damara and Trent to work on this particular mission together. Right, fun. Really, Luciana just wanted to see how well they worked together and so she could ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ behind their backs’.

“I don’t..” He said abruptly the moment Damara’s glare caught him. “Fine. We’ll plan it your way this time, but I’m telling you. It’s not going to work.” Damara smirked. “Want to place a wager on that?” Trent smiled and shook his head. “No. I want a bet, a real one.” Damara sighed. This couldn’t be good. But she couldn’t exactly turn it down. She nodded. “Continue.” She urged. “If you’re right, you can plan the three missions all by yourself and tell your mother that I helped.” Damara nodded. “Go on.” Trent grinned. “If I win, you have to do the next thing your mother tells you to do.” Damara started blankly at him for a second and then her eyes lit up with knowledge. “Do you mean..?” She started to ask but she already knew the answer. Was a marriage between Trent North and Damara already in the works? Was something arranged withiut Damara's permission. How she hated surprises. Trent shrugged. “Take it or leave it Hemingway.” He said grinning. Damara sighed. He was wrong. He had to be. Besides, Damara would win this bet. She would never marry Trent North. “Deal.”

“It’s about time for dinner. What to..” Trent finished mid-sentence. Damara had very expressive eyes. If she wasn’t good at blocking her emotions, you would be able to see everything from them. But a glare was a glare and Trent knew that. “Fine.” She said abruptly. “I’ll see you later.” And he was gone. Damara sighed. That boy gave her a damn headache. He was so..Trent. He was a typical Slytherin boy arrogant, proud, and annoying. He was nothing like..Nico. Damara shook her head. She couldn’t think about him now. She had already blown a wall up just thinking about him. Damara couldn’t stand to hear his voice in her mind, see him sitting next to her, again. She was done with that. She had to ne. Damara was such in a trance thinking about this that she didn’t even see someone walk over to her. She thought her location in the Common Room was subtle enough for no one to spot her but apparently not. She didn’t know if this person was in the area to speak with her or just find a place to relax, but she didn’t take the time to take in his posture and figure it out. “Wynd Lehane. Can I help you?” She asked not rudely, just curiously. She didn’t know much of the boy to have a real problem with him.

[Wynd Lehane]

Where the hell is it?! Wynd thought to himself as he frantically searched his footlocker. A scroll of parchment, quill, and ink sat on his bed waiting for him to start his essay on Cloud Reading. There was one problem. He didn't have his textbook. Finding the bottom of his footlocker, he realised that it was not there either. He stood up and looked around his dorm room. Maybe one of his roommates had borrowed it. But why would any of them borrow his Divination textbook? He was one of the only Slytherin males to take the class. He couldn't see the book on either Jack's or Dylan's bed. When was the last time he saw it? In class. Could he have possibly left his textbook up there in the Divination tower? That would have been on Monday. What did he do on Monday besides go to class? There had been a Quidditch practice that he was late for... which was right after Divination... so he left the tower in a hurry... and probably forgot his textbook...

Great. So how was he supposed to do his essay? He didn't want to have to walk all the way up to the tower only to find out that Professor Trelawney was not there and he couldn't get in. Or worse, that she was there and she wanted to tell him how he would die. Ruby would have her copy and he could always ask her but he didn't feel like it. Wynd didn't want to run to his big sister and have her help him out all the time. Sometimes he wanted to do things on his own. He would just have to use the Slytherin common copy. If he could find it. Having one book shared with many students was generally not good for the book. It was supposed to be kept in the common room at all times but as no one enforced that rule, no one paid much attention to the rule either.

Wynd stepped into the common room and looked around. Maybe he should ask his sister after all. It might be easier. He quickly banished the idea and went looking for the book. It was close to dinner so most of the House had already made their way to the Great Hall. There were a few stragglers here and there which made searching easier. He looked at one of the bookshelves but couldn't find anything. He glanced about the room and saw in one corner Damara talking with Trent. In another corner he saw of couple of fifth years snogging. He went over to them. "Break it up you two! We don't need any little Slytherins running around if you get my drift." The fifth years looked at him defiantly but he just glared back. "Find an empty classroom for Merlin's sake." They left without saying a single word and he took that opportunity to look where they were standing. No such luck.

The only other place he had to look was where Damara and Trent were talking. There was a small alcove behind them that sometimes held books. Maybe just maybe someone had slipped the Divination book there. He made his way over to them as Trent turned away and left Damara to her thoughts. Wynd walked up to Damara and was about to say something but she beat him to the punch. "I was actually hoping to eavesdrop on your conversation but you ended it before I arrived. My plans are foiled once again." He gave her a small smile. "I'm actually..." He indicated with a gesture that he wanted to get to the small alcove behind her.

[Damara Hemingway S6]

Damn Luciana. Damara couldn’t stand to think of her as mother for the moment. She could be so ridiculous when it came to Damara. Dustin was like the prized possession even though he only ever caused trouble. Vincent could really do no wrong. He was too young to do anything really. But there was still time for her to become just like Dustin. How Damara would hate that. And then there was Trent. Uh, just the thought of him annoyed her to death. Every time she met with him, she immediately needed a nap and a brandy. Why did he irritate her so? Images of Trent and Luciana swirled around Damara’s head. Her life was completely controlled. Damara never minded it before now. The body-guards weren’t too bad and she didn’t have to bother with them at school which was good. And it wasn’t like Luciana spied on Damara. Honestly, there wasn’t much Damara did that her mum didn’t know about. She was just..over protective. Damara wondered if it was because she had so much of her dad in her..or she did. As a kid Damara was just like him: kind and compassionate. Not anymore. Those traits died when he did. They were gone forever.

The images vanished when Wynd appeared and thank God. Damara didn’t want to spend another second thinking about the damn future. She would have to deal with it soon enough anyways. Why make it come any faster? Damara raised an eye-brow as he said he wanted to ease-drop on her conversation. It was a joke or seemed to be, but Damara never did very well with jokes. She was much keener on sarcasm. “Well I’ll give you the cliff notes version of our little meeting. We were forced to interact, I was right, he was wrong, he left alone, the end. Though I do hope he has tears in his eyes at this very moment.” It was possible. Trent was a tad sensitive and prided himself on being right even though he never was. Would he never learn that Damara was always right? This was something he should know after knowing each other since childhood. Oh well.

Wynd nodded to the alcove behind her. Damara sighed and moved her chair slightly, giving him enough room to pass by. Damara eyed him stiffly. She was never good in these situations. She wasn’t friendly in fact Damara and the word ‘friend’ were not mutually exclusive. She wasn’t good at small talk or knowing when to say something. Damara was very good at the snarky comments she fed Angela, but even they bothered her after a while. Damara simply wasn’t a people person. It didn’t matter if they were in her house or not. She never felt like she related too much other Slytherin Students anyways. Maybe that was the very reason that she belonged in Slytherin, because she was so out-casted. Damara didn’t avoid her house-mates, but she didn’t try to connect with them either, this was an example of this. She only associated with her brother and the pre-Entourage members, which were mostly Slytherin students with some Ravenclaw and Gryffindors mixed in with the bunch. Damara sighed. Surely Wynd knew this. He had to know that didn’t wasn’t the friendliest of people, but she could humor him just for the hell of it.

Damara jotted down some notes on the parchment in front of her. Nothing too important was written. She wasn’t stupid. Anyone could find this if they really wanted to. Of course everything Damara wrote about the gang had to be destroyed. With Angela around, nothing was safe. She couldn’t be trusted. They both knew that one of them would die and it would be by the other’s wand. It was just the way it was with them. Damara was a Hemingway and Angela was a Merciano. They were born enemies and one of them would die because of it, if not both of them. Damara looked back up to Wynd. “Hmm, is it any interesting subject that you’re so intent to study?” She asked absently. She wasn’t sure what Wynd planned for the future as a career. He could be studying anything. “Must be important if you risked being anywhere where Trent North.” She scuffed sarcastically. Still, livid about what Trent had told her. “Or me for that matter.” She snorted a laugh. “Did you know that apparently I can kill someone by touching their nose? That one’s going around school apparently.” Brinkley had told her of this. It was quite amusing. “Don’t get too close.” She warned with a hint of humor in her eyes.