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Post by damien on Jul 7, 2010 0:24:19 GMT -5
 Dinner had just started when Damien entered the Great Hall, yawning. He was functioning on only a few hours sleep, and while normally it wasn't a problem, the late nights were suddenly starting to catch up with him. Discreetly he passed a hand over his face as he strode down the Hall to an empty spot at the Ravenclaw table, his bag bouncing against his hip as he walked. He reached an empty space along the table, barely big enough for him to sit down and be able to move enough to eat, but the third year that was taking up more space than need be took one look at him and not-too subtly scooted down the table away from him. A small smile flickered on Damien's face, knowing that the scary image he apparently projected should have been annoying, maybe even depressing, but he couldn't find himself to care. Sitting, he stuck his bag belong the bench, running his hands over his face again before looking around the Hall.
He spotted Ada and Sebastian at the Gryffindor table and offered them both a smile and a small wave, but let his dark eyes keep traveling until they lighted upon the Slytherin table. There were plenty of people he recognized at the table (Seth Masters, for one), but he didn't see the actual person he was looking for--Vivianne. Sighing a little, Damien shrugged and turned back to the table, beginning to fill his plate with chicken, potatoes, and anything else he could pile on. He and Vivi had spent some of the day together, of course, with him walking her to a few classes and a couple of minutes spent talking in a more secluded corridor when they had the chance. However, today had been a busy day for them both, so they had parted ways a little while ago and hadn't seen each other since. A small frown took over his face as he thought that she might not be coming to dinner today, but he forced himself to think optimistically. She would certainly come to eat; he had nothing to worry about.
Dey let out a sigh as he took a bite of chicken, looking up to find that he was relatively alone in this section of the table, even if he wasn't at the end. Others had more crowded themselves to either end, which brought a spark of amusement to his features. On a good day, when he wasn't even very tired, he knew he was still intimidating, mostly to those that were younger than him. He was tall, built rather large, and was usually silent and 'broody'. It didn't help that today, his eyes were probably somewhat ringed with black smudges of exhaustion, considering nightmares had lurked last night in the shadows of sleep, causing him to avoid sleep all together. Not exactly a healthy habit, but again, he couldn't bring himself to care. Finishing up his chicken, he did allow himself to wonder for a moment why Denny hadn't at least said hello. Looking down the table, he saw that his little brother was completely submerged in a conversation with a young girl. Ah, so Denny was a bit too busy to associate with his loving elder brother.
Shaking his head, Damien continued to comply himself to his food, wondering if there would be anybody that would decide to chance eating near him today. Besides Vivianne, he would be somewhat surprised if somebody came to sit by him and start a discussion over dinner. Of course, it was probably better that way. [/size] Location: Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.
Appearance: Regular school uniform, minus the robes.
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Post by .Vivianne Catherine Flint ! on Jul 7, 2010 0:41:45 GMT -5
Days like these were the ones that made her want to skip dinner and spend the hour alone in her dormitory. There no one would be there to bother her or look at her or ask her questions that she didn't want to answer. It would give her some time to relax and think in a quiet place. It would give her time to get some of her N.E.W.T. work done that didn't seem to have an end in sight. An hour to herself would probably be exactly what a doctor would order. Putting on the face she needed for her day to day activities was getting very tiresome. Also, they all wouldn't be there and have the time to poke fun at her selection in boyfriends.
Well, poking fun wasn't really the best way of describing it. Truthfully, it was getting out of hand since Damien had convinced her to show their relationship to the school. They walked together in between classes and kissed when he dropped her off. He even convinced her to let him carry her books one day, even though she had tried to tell him that he did not have to multiple times. He was a stubborn one, though, and hardly listened to her when it came to things like this. But they had shown what she had been sneaking in between classes and during any free periods she had. She loved having more time with Damien. She really did. What came along with it... She could have lived without that. But it was just one of the reasons that she sometimes wished she could convince him to let them have dinner somewhere else. They could hang out around the same time as dinner. They would be alone... But that would get her no where.
On that note, Damien would probably worry if she did not show up to eat. Even if she didn't sit with him (which she couldn't imagine wanting to do), he would be comforted by the fact that she was there and eating something. He worried too much about her sometimes, but she knew it was just because he cared. She wasn't quite used to that part. But she was better, really. He just seemed to think that every meal was a needed one. It was probably just because he was a teenage male and actually needed more than she ever would.
If she didn't want him to worry and come to find her, though, she would probably have to go upstairs and find a spot to eat something quickly. Vivianne sighed and dropped her bag on her bed in the dormitory. After she did it, she thought better of the idea. That would give them an easy target, really. Vivi sighed and shoved it into her trunk and locked it. Not very safe in a magic school, but it was better than nothing. She pulled her bed curtains around her four poster and left. The dungeons were cold this time of year, so she pulled her robes more tightly around her and hid her fingers in the sleeves of her Slytherin sweater. Oh, a warm fire and a cozy chair would be to die for right now... Instead, she had to get upstairs and find something warm enough to eat so that she wouldn't freeze completely. She always seemed to get so cold.
She moved quickly through the corridors and could find the noisy Great Hall very easily. Over in America they could probably hear the sounds of Hogwarts students eating the largest meal of the day. She slipped into the room fairly unnoticed, she was sure, and moved over to the Ravenclaw table despite her obvious Slytherin colors. She would rather sit next to Damien than anyone else in the room by far. She found him since he was somehow by himself and stuck out, at least to her. She couldn't help but smile a bit when she turned toward him. She lifted a hand to turn his chin toward him and kissed him before she slipped into the seat beside him. She grinned and found a plate in front of her. Just a bit of chicken, and she would be all right for the night. Maybe some soup. That could warm her up.
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Post by damien on Jul 9, 2010 20:25:11 GMT -5
He was completely lost in his food for a long while--how long, he wasn't exactly sure. Long enough for him to get through most of the chicken on his plate, and long enough for his dark brown eyes to watch three other Ravenclaws walk towards the table, see him, and walk past the large empty space. He knew that eventually, somebody would have to sit near him. It would probably be a sixth or seventh year, one of the students who knew him a bit better than the younger kids; somebody who knew that he wouldn't strike at them just because, as apparently all the younger kids thought. Some student who had worked with Damien or kept him company in the common room and realized that he wasn't menacing, just quiet.
He had just started into his mashed potatoes, finishing a bite and ready to take another, when a cold hand took a hold of his chin and turned his face. Dey felt startled, eyes widening a bit, before he registered that it was Vivianne's cold hand that had touched him, and it was Vivianne's caramel brown eyes staring back into his. He smiled a little as she pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss, noticing that hers were as cold as her hand, sending a jolt through his body as per usual. It was like a refreshing breath of air and he found himself closing his eyes and smiling a little wider as she turned his face loose and sat next to him, a common occurrence since they had made their relationship school wide.
Opening his eyes, he turned to look back at his plate, watching out of the corner of his eyes as she looked around at the food, possibly contemplating what she was going to eat. Hopefully it would be enough, because he didn't want to ruin any good mood she brought him by having to insist that she eat just a bit more. Blinking hard once, Damien forced himself to stop thinking so negatively, scooping up some mashed potatoes and eating for a few moments. Finally he set his fork down and turned a little to look at his girlfriend, a smile still playing about his lips as he watched her with slightly raised eyebrows.
"You're awfully cold, love," he noted. Without thinking, his leg under the table shifted, barely noticeable, so that his knee was lightly pressed against hers. It was natural for him, now, to do that when they were sitting right next to each other. His smile developed into a grin as he continued, "Cold for you, even. Have you been down in the dungeons for a while now?" She was a small person, the first thing he had noticed when he really met Vivi up in the owlery. While he, standing at at least six two, found it practically impossible to get cold, she was cold constantly. Which was why he always thought it was the worst place for her, to be rooming in those dungeons; he didn't think she belonged there, but then again, he could be a bit biased.
Blinking again, Damien realized that he was gazing at Vivianne absentmindedly, probably with a glazed over expression about his eyes and mouth. Feeling embarrassed, Dey turned his face back to his plate, ducking his head a little so that his combed hair shifted over the tips of his ears, which he were pretty sure were turning red. He had felt odd all day, to be honest, probably with his lack of sleep and the occurring nightmares of his father still haunting his dreams, always lurking just after he left the conscious world. Hastily, he reached out to pick up his glass and take a gulp of pumpkin juice, before barely turning his head so he could look at Vivi again.
"Erm, sorry about that," he said sheepishly, voice low to keep it from traveling to the other students along the table, trying in vain to make it seem as if they were just the two in this giant hall. "I've been a bit off all day..." Trailing off, Damien knew that the shadows under his eyes would be painfully obvious and swallowed, hand slipping a little as he set his glass down again, causing a little of the juice to spill over the rim and trickle down slowly. He cleared his throat and continued on quickly. "I'm sure it's nothing, I guess I just didn't eat enough at breakfast. I'm making up for it now."
He fixed a smile on and picked up his fork to prove his point. "Er...How has your day been?" [/blockquote] Location: Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.
Appearance: Regular school uniform, minus the robes.
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