Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 3, 2007 21:04:22 GMT -5
Damien Rhean had spent most of the Saturday morning pondering about useless things out by the lake, every now and then tossing a leaf into the water. He probably looked odd as he laid back in the grass with his hand shielded over his eyes to block out the sun's rays from blinding him. He hated this season. There was no good holidays to celebrate and almost everyone was quiet and gloomy. Okay, so maybe that wasn't entirely true, but it was true about him. So he never really talked all that much anyway, but -- okay so maybe he was the only one.
He sat up as the sun became brighter and shook the grass out of his hair. Too bad the sun didn't make it hot around this place considering it was still cold out. Before standing up, he looked around to see if anyone was approaching. After a few moments of that, he got up and dusted off his jeans and hands. He was a neat freak, which most guys thought was a little weird, but he didn't want to imagine what sort of little bugs had been crawling around in the dirt he had just been resting on.
Damien made his way towards the castle and pushed the door open with his arms stretched out in front of him. The entrance hall only had a few people scattered around, and since Damien didn't plan to start up any conversations, he leaned himself up against the wall and listened, okay eavesdropped, on what others were talking about. [/right][/color]
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 3, 2007 23:46:04 GMT -5
Itzel had been wondering around the school, having nothing to do. She didn't know where she wanted to go so she just kept walking until she reached the Entrace Hall. She looked around to find it was practically empty. There was just one boy who cought her eye.
She had seen him around but never talked to him. She stepped toward him softly as she came up behind him. "You know you shouldn't spy on people like that," she whispered so only he could hear her.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 3, 2007 23:54:57 GMT -5
While he listened intently to the group of chattery Gryffindors, Damien had had the urge to join in or at least tell them to shut it. They were discussing the stereotypes of the school and it was ever so obvious that they had no clue what they were talking about and using, trying to use, a big vocabulary to cover up their nonsense and seem some what intelligent. The Rhean boy had tried very hard to contain his laughter and keep his comments to himself.
It was pretty obvious that the Ravenclaw boy was listening in, but the group in red robes didn't seem to notice so he kept himself pressed against the wall and his ears open. Whenever he was eavesdropping, as normal people would, he tried to tune out any other noises surrounding him so he could keep his focus in on the conversation, so when Itzel snuck up behind him, he was clueless to it all.
When she spoke, that was the thing that caught him off guard and with a little jump he wheeled around to face her. He put on his innocent I-have-no-clue-what-you're-talking-about look and raised his brows to further express the innocence he was trying to achieve. "Spying? Me? I would never --" He stopped himself and smiled. "Damien Rhean." He held out his hand. There had been plenty of times he had seen the girl around, but never had he introduced himself. [/right]
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 0:03:11 GMT -5
The Slytherin girl couldn't help but laugh as he jumped. She took a step back to give hm some space. A smile formed on her lips as she saw his face trying to look innocent. Key word trying. "Oh, come on do you think I'm really going to fall for that face?," she asked as she looked at him. Noticing his eyes. "Itzel Carey," she said as she took his hand, this was the first time she had actually know his name.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 0:09:23 GMT -5
If you could tell one thing from a person, it was that everything was hidden in their eyes. It was usually the first thing you noticed about a person's appearance, so when Damien caught the eye of someone he wasn't ever really surprised. He had gotten his silverish blue eyes from his father's side of the family and had been complimented about them plenty of times. Some people even saying they looked angelic, but that didn't sound like the type of compliment a guy would want to pass around.
His smile was crooked and he chuckled. "I was hoping you would." He said as he shook her hand. His hands then were placed back down at his sides. He was generally pretty good at pulling off the innocent scam, but apparently this girl could tell the difference between fiction and reality. Damn.
He had to admit, the name Itzel was definately a little different from normal name like Jessica and Ashley. It meant she probably wasn't from around the London area. Damien, his name, was always a clue that he wasn't from here, and the fact that his Canadian accent stuck out when he said words like 'sorry', so it was pretty hard to hide. [/size]
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 0:21:24 GMT -5
Even though she had noticed his eyes she didn't say anything she just smiled. She looked away and saw the group of Gryffindors he was looking at earlier, they had shuffled slightly furthur away from them. It could've been because they saw her robe and her house.
"Yeah, I might have if I hadn't pulled that same face so many times before," she said as her small hands left his and she touched the cool wall.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 0:29:40 GMT -5
When the Gryffindors scooted away, Damien grinned and looked curious as to their actions and why they moved. Sure he had noticed the girl was in Slytherin, but that didn't exactly mean anything to him. He often wondered why so many people assumed Slytherins were scary and going to hex them all. Heck, he had been friends with plenty of them, and he was still alive..and human.
His eyes moved away from the Gryffies and back towards Itzel. "Ah, I see. Well I'll just have to try better next time." He smiled. There was one Gryffindor from the group, a young girl, that returned the curious expression. Probably wondering who in their right mind would want to converse with a Slytherin when they themselves weren't a part of that house. He shook his head and the girl quickly turned back around with a light blush at being discovered that she had been looking at him.
His actions usually led most people to believe he was in Ravenclaw, not that he cared. Stereotyping wasn't really his deal and he believed that the school might be a better place without them. But that wasn't going to happen in his life time. That would be a job for some super hero. [/size][/right]
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 0:38:17 GMT -5
"Yup, maybe next time," she said as she eyes came back to him. "Do a little more of the puppy eyes," she said with a laugh. She noticed the Gryffindor girl and shrugged, she had gotten used to the other house trying there best to avoid any kind of contact with a Slytherin. She actually found it kind of funny, of how they all assumed.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 0:45:27 GMT -5
By now, the Gryffindors that had once been so very talkative, left the scene, making excuses as to why they had to leave the room. Their behaviour was something to laugh at, make jokes about. They looked about their third year, so naturally they were still scared of what Slytherins could do to them. For trying to exit without anyone noticing, they sure were loud.
Damien laughed. "Puppy eyes I can do." He was good at being overly dramatic when the time called for it. He could cry on cue and make up the biggest lies. From the time he could talk he was making up elaborate stories about his adventures to the shops in Ontario when all he had really done was by a basket of fruit with his mother. His twin sister on the other hand, was more about details and only told the truth. So the point about twins having different personalities, was proven.
He had tried to determine the girl's age all through the conversation and had guessed she was somewhere around fifth and sixth year by her appearance. It was too early in the game to tell by her personality and maturity level. "What year are you in then?" He asked, giving up his guessing game.
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 0:52:01 GMT -5
"That's good at least you can pull something off," she replied to the boy. "I have to tell you, though. It's very hard to trick me into believing something because I've probably used it sometime before," she smiled.
He was older then her and she could tell.
It wasn't a big shock to her that he asked her year. People always told her she looked and acted older then she was. "I'm a fifth year," she paused as she looked at him to see his expression. "And, yourself?"
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 0:58:53 GMT -5
Out of the endless list of things he was incapable of doing, deceiving was probably something he could do right. Most would wonder how in the world he ended up in Ravenclaw, but just because his house was known for intelligence didn't mean they didn't lie, it just meant they were better at it. They were still human beings after all. If someone told you they had never lied a day in their life, chances are, they were lying right then.
She seemed like she'd been around, something that wasn't surprising since she was a Slytherin. "Hmm, well then I'll just have to practice up a bit. I'm sure I'll be able to fool you at least once before I leave this place." That would be his goal for the year, trying to get better at tricking this girl. He needed to have a talk with himself about priorities. School work? Nah, getting better at lying was way more important..(insert sarcasm here)
Fifth year? Well he had been pretty close in his guesses, though she seemed to look a little older in her facial features, but maybe that was just him. "Seventh." By his looks, he looked about seventeen, but his personality would change your mind in an instant. He was still very curious about life and people, so he had the sort of Peter Pan feel about him.
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 1:06:01 GMT -5
She glanced up at him for a moment. "Reallly," she said, leaning her back against the wall, now. "You think you'll be able to pull that one off," she smiled. "Well, see about that," she said as her grey eyes met his.
"Seventh," she repeated. She didn't think he'd be that old. She thought he was a sixth, but not a seventh. "Oh," she said softly.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 1:14:41 GMT -5
Damien folded his arms across his chest in a more comfortable manner and rested his head against the wall behind them, but turned his head so he was still facing her. He smiled at the mocking tone she seemed to have. He was a competitive person, it just came naturally to him. His father had always been the pushy competitive type of guy, and when you grew up being taught to be the best, it stuck on you.
A lock of his dark brown hair fell in front of his eye and he quickly blew it out of the way before returning the look. Stubborn hair. It never wanted to stay where it belonged. "I don't think, I know." He said with assurance and determination rising in his voice. His smile remained the same, crooked and honest, as they continued to talk.
He noticed she seemed kind of..dissapointed..about his age. Maybe he did look a little younger than he thought, but why would that cause someone to be sad? He shrugged it off, it was nothing to worry about at the time. He didn't want to bother his mind about things that weren't of importance right now. Besides, he probably just imagining things anyway. [/size][/right]
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Post by Itzel Carey on Feb 4, 2007 1:24:11 GMT -5
She laughed at his reply. "Oh, so you know, now," she said slightly messing with him. "Well, I know that you'll have a hard time doing so," she paused as she thought for a second about what he said. "I'll make sure of that." She wasn't about to let Damien have the upper hand and if he was going to try and trick her she was going to make sure it wasn't easy, for him, either.
She saw that he looked puzzled about something. She couldn't read him this time and didn't know what he could be thinking about. She didn't put much thought into it, though. She looked down at her skirt and noticed a flying string and begann to pull at it.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 4, 2007 1:33:46 GMT -5
Damien Rhean smirked, which looked pretty funny coming from him. He wasn't the type of guy to go around smirking but he always seemed to whenever he conversed with a Slytherin. It was like a contagious disease they spread to whomever they spoke with. He quickly wiped it off his face and returned back to smiling, something he was far more used to.
He unfolded his arms and raised a brow in her direction. "Oh really? And what do you plan to do?" He asked intently curious as to what sort of things she would do to stop him. Of course he knew this was all a little joke of sarcasm, but it was fun while it lasted. He was always the on to question things, it was in his nature.
He could tell she wanted to know what he was thinking, but trying to read her thoughts was mind-boggling and annoying so he gave up on it. Everyone wished they could read others' minds and every thought they had, but then there wouldn't be a little thing called privacy. He tugged at the seem of his jeans and smiled. [/right]
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