DADA - Class 1
Oct 23, 2014 21:39:34 GMT
Post by Damian Scamander on Oct 23, 2014 21:39:34 GMT
Damian glanced up from his magical creatures book when his housemate spoke up, inquiring of his name. They'd only been sharing a dorm together for a month, he should bloody well know and at first Damian was a little shocked to say the least but then recalled that they had never actually spoken, merely observed one another briefly being that they belonged in the same house, they were bound to see each other around often.
Damian felt a tad bit embarrassed then that he hadn't ever thought to properly introduce himself to the fellow first year and hoped his cheeks didn't heat in his awkward discomfort. "Forgiven." Said Damian, his mouth quirking up into a small smile as he extended politely his small, pale hand. "My name's Damian. Damian Scamander. No need to tell me yours, I recall it from the sorting ceremony, Aether Rotburn, you were in front of me in line. I have a wicked memory, you see, it's rather useful... At least, most often than not." He shrugged, still wondering how he could have remembered the lads name, that he stood in front of him at the ceremony, sorted just before him, yet hadn't recalled never speaking to him. It was a curious thing how something so obvious could have slipped his sharp mind. He made a mental note to get some more rest, perhaps he was a bit sleep deprived from all those late nights reading in the common room beside the crackling hearth. Those times were Damian's favorite, when he was granted solitude and silence to lose himself in his prized books.
Damian felt a tad bit embarrassed then that he hadn't ever thought to properly introduce himself to the fellow first year and hoped his cheeks didn't heat in his awkward discomfort. "Forgiven." Said Damian, his mouth quirking up into a small smile as he extended politely his small, pale hand. "My name's Damian. Damian Scamander. No need to tell me yours, I recall it from the sorting ceremony, Aether Rotburn, you were in front of me in line. I have a wicked memory, you see, it's rather useful... At least, most often than not." He shrugged, still wondering how he could have remembered the lads name, that he stood in front of him at the ceremony, sorted just before him, yet hadn't recalled never speaking to him. It was a curious thing how something so obvious could have slipped his sharp mind. He made a mental note to get some more rest, perhaps he was a bit sleep deprived from all those late nights reading in the common room beside the crackling hearth. Those times were Damian's favorite, when he was granted solitude and silence to lose himself in his prized books.
