Our Secret

Jill peered from behind Damian over his shoulder. Another first year that she recognized form the sorting. Jill narrowed her dark eyes and her little nose scrunched up in distaste, "Did you follow us here?" She hissed defensively. What were the odds all four first years would be out on the same night. Something smelled fishy to Jill, surely Damian could smell it to, if not the other blue eyed boy as well. 
"Well are you going to stand there or are you going to answer?" She pressed growing even more irritated. All she had wanted to do was find out what was in these restricted books, she hadn't wanted to be yelled at rudely by some slytherin she hardly knew and spied on by a hufflepuff.

Damian quirked a dark brow as Aether scampered up beside him claiming if anyone else had stuck up for him he 'wouldn't have tolerated it' and adding the remark that Slytherins stuck together. It was odd, thought Damian, why wouldn't he have tolerated someone who was quickly becoming a friend sticking up for him? Isn't that what friends do? Have each others backs so to speak. He wondered what exactly he had meant by that but didn't comment on it, merely casting him a questioning, slightly confused and curious look. Perhaps he was the stubborn 'I can handle myself, sod off' sort who refused help and kindness from others. If so, he wondered what would make him act that way, then he realized he literally didn't know anything about the mysterious boy and made a mental note to find out more later...

"Yeah." Damian nodded finally, realizing he'd been silent so long that it almost became awkward and unbearable, far too quiet. "Slytherins stick together, but really, friends stick together, it's not just because we're sorted into the same house that I like you, Aether. I'd tolerate you all the same if you were a Hufflepuff, like our new friend Quinton over there." He inclined his head in the newcomers direction and cast him a warm smile. "Or an insufferable Ravenclaw like the always lovely, Jill." He added with a teasing smirk towards the tawny-haired witch and a soft chuckle. "I'm only kidding." He told her lightly, holding up his pale hands in mock surrender.

Then he listened as Jill spoke quietly so Quinton could not overhear, she was suspicious of him, a Hufflepuff, how much more harmless could you get?

"Nah, I think he's alright." Damian brushed off her paranoia, though Damian was far too trusting of others, it was one of his flaws, being too naive, searching for the good in people. "He was just being sneaky like us, didn't want to get caught is all, probably wanted to scope us out a little, seeing as he doesn't know us very well. I would have done the same honestly, spied first to see what we were up to."

Jill frowned at Damian's dismissal. He was intelligent, therefor she valued his opinion, but the ravenclaw was beginning to doubt. Damian perhaps was too trusting. Or was Jill just too suspicious. Her eyes flickered to the other slytherin assessing a mostly impassive face as self doubt began to set in. She looked back at Quinton, then ahead to Damian once more. 

"What do you think?" Jill said in a low voice to the boy with slitted blue eyes. "My brother's a hufflpepuff. They're not as innocent as they would like one to believe."