Post by Damien Lennox S7 on Oct 30, 2009 16:37:41 GMT
For some wizards and witches, visiting Hogsmeade was an exciting occurrence that happened only very rarely and therefore was something not to be missed. Damien wasn’t one such person. He could visit Hogsmeade whenever he wanted if he ever felt the inclination to wander through the village streets. Villages weren’t particularly exciting anyway. Diagon Alley was far more bustling and eventful, so what was the peculiar obsession with Hogsmeade? It was just a plain, boring village with nothing exciting to its name at all. Nothing. Damien’s sudden bout of ill-feeling toward the village was, of course, completely unrelated to a taunting challenge that he couldn’t manage to stay in the castle for more than three weeks. It wasn’t his fault that he got bored easily nor was he to blame for the fact that he could never resist a challenge. A challenge was a matter of pride, and Damien did have a lot of pride. So stuck in the castle he was, sprawled out across a couch in the student lounge with a letter from Cyn and an unopened textbook abandoned on the floor and his arms crossed behind his head lazily.
The student lounge was mostly free from people and almost unnervingly quiet. Damien wasn’t entirely sure whether that was pleasant or simply another form of wordlessly mocking him. Granted, he did somewhat enjoy the chance to think his own thoughts in the oddly peaceful and quiet room but he was also very much a people person. He thrived on having people surrounding him, whether he was flirting with them, joking with them or even occasionally getting annoyed with them. Being alone (because Damien didn’t count the small crowd of first or second years in the corner as company in any way, even if one of them did somewhat remind him of his young cousin) wasn’t a situation that he particularly savoured. He needed a conversation that at least bordered on intelligent, or at least some form of noise. The sound of Exploding Snap and shrieking giggles, Damien amended with no small amount of aggravation, did not count as an acceptable form of noise. Those sounds were just annoying.
He could reply to Cynthia’s letter, Damien considered thoughtfully. It had only been a few weeks but Cyn already hated being the only Lennox child still at home for yet another year. The poor kid missed her sister most of all but Damien was one of her favourite people to play with. She’d get used to it again after a few more days; Damien, more than anyone, knew how great it could be to be the only child left at home with rich, indulgent parents. He wouldn’t be helping his cousin by encouraging her in her dependence upon him and Carlin so Damien closed his eyes peacefully, ears pricking alertly as he heard someone entering the room. “If you’re pretty, witty and fifth year or above then please feel free to come over and entertain me before I get too bored to function. Consider it your good deed for the day if you must,” Damien drawled invitingly, opening his eyes slightly to glance at whoever had entered the student lounge.
The student lounge was mostly free from people and almost unnervingly quiet. Damien wasn’t entirely sure whether that was pleasant or simply another form of wordlessly mocking him. Granted, he did somewhat enjoy the chance to think his own thoughts in the oddly peaceful and quiet room but he was also very much a people person. He thrived on having people surrounding him, whether he was flirting with them, joking with them or even occasionally getting annoyed with them. Being alone (because Damien didn’t count the small crowd of first or second years in the corner as company in any way, even if one of them did somewhat remind him of his young cousin) wasn’t a situation that he particularly savoured. He needed a conversation that at least bordered on intelligent, or at least some form of noise. The sound of Exploding Snap and shrieking giggles, Damien amended with no small amount of aggravation, did not count as an acceptable form of noise. Those sounds were just annoying.
He could reply to Cynthia’s letter, Damien considered thoughtfully. It had only been a few weeks but Cyn already hated being the only Lennox child still at home for yet another year. The poor kid missed her sister most of all but Damien was one of her favourite people to play with. She’d get used to it again after a few more days; Damien, more than anyone, knew how great it could be to be the only child left at home with rich, indulgent parents. He wouldn’t be helping his cousin by encouraging her in her dependence upon him and Carlin so Damien closed his eyes peacefully, ears pricking alertly as he heard someone entering the room. “If you’re pretty, witty and fifth year or above then please feel free to come over and entertain me before I get too bored to function. Consider it your good deed for the day if you must,” Damien drawled invitingly, opening his eyes slightly to glance at whoever had entered the student lounge.
