The Forbidden Walk

Damian turned briefly away from his housemate as he asked of the material of his jumper when an irate, wild Jacob appeared beside him, demanding to know if he was happy, his traps had been removed. Damian glanced around the clearing in bewilderment, his dark brows quirked up. "Are they really?" He wondered before his blue eyes landed back on a pair of narrowed, brown ones. "I swear on Dumbledore's grave it wasn't me." He told his friend honestly, holding up his pale hands in surrender before shoving them into his cloak pockets to keep warm.

"Though I am a bit pleased to hear, you know how I always felt about those blasted traps, Jacob. Sorry though, I suppose, seeing as you fancied them so much..." He offered stiffly, patting lightly the older boy's shoulder in what was meant to be a consolatory gesture but came out a little awkward, like patting the back of your enemy. Sure, Damian didn't dislike the boy, in fact, Jacob Scarebore had grown on him quite quickly and was now considered a true friend but still, they shared their differences which made things a bit...complicated, causing them to bicker at most times like an old married couple. It was both amusing and draining.

"And yes, it is cashmere, gifted by my father." Damian scowled a little, severe against his normally bright features as he turned back to address Aether's observation and warning. "I honestly hope it gets soiled, trust me, I'm not attached to it." He added with an aloof shrug of indifference regarding the ridiculously expensive piece of clothing. Aether then said something philosophical about a puppeteer and a string instrument before Damian felt something smooth and cool press against his hand causing him to gasp in surprise at the unexpected sensation. Before he could react Aether was tugging him away and all Damian could do was glance down every few seconds at their intertwined fingers, an odd sensation swelling within his gut and his heart suddenly hammering. How odd...thought the dark-haired Slytherin, how his body was reacting in such a strange way. Was he inwardly afraid of Aether? Was that what was happening inside of him? He felt confused and frowned slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. He gave the hand the faintest of squeezes, reassuring himself that he wasn't afraid, that was completely barmy. Aether was his friend, he could never fear him...

Jacob Scarbore

Spencer couldn't stop the stupid grin that appeared on his face as Sage suggested that she would hold his hand. He might definitely have to take advantage of that offer eventually but as of right now, he needed to be brave and push his fear of the dark out of the way. He didn't want to seem like a pansy, even though Sage already knew about his insecurity, he still wanted her to feel safe with him like he did with her. There would be light during the walk and that was what he needed to focus on. That and Sage, he'd be fine if he could just do that.

He was excited when Longbottom finally let them through and he offered Sage his arm. "Shall we? Wouldn't want to get caught at the back of the group."

Sage Anderson

Sage glanced at his arm and grinned, taking it immediately. She clung to his jacket with her fingers, and pushed her free hand into her pocket. She hadn't worn gloves, but she wasn't freezing cold, besides Spencer was like a human radiator. The moment they stepped onto the path she felt a shiver slip down her spine. She'd never been in the forest before, and even though she was allowed it still felt dangerous. "I wonder what Longbottom has thought up for us," she murmured to him. Sage didn't want to speak too loudly, the woods had the same effect as being in a library did, she felt the need to whisper. She pushed up on her toes with each sentence, leaning a little closer to him. "Is it really bad that I want to see the Slytherins terrified?" She asked him, glancing at a few in particular who she wouldn't mind see cower in fear. "Maybe one of them will run screaming like the Professor said." She grinned at Spencer playfully, trying to distract him from the already dark forest they were in.

Spencer Kane

The lighting wasn't too bad, at least he could still see the people in front of them which was always a good thing. He chuckled when Sage commented on how she wanted the Slytherins to be scared. To be honest, it would be hilarious and Spencer also wouldn't mind seeing it. He was forced to notice how close Sage got to him as she whispered to him, her cool breath was caressing his ear like a soft breeze and it made him oddly calm. She beamed up at him and he had no choice but to smile back, despite the fact that they were in the Forbidden Forest about to get the wits scared out of them. It just came natural to him when he was around Sage and he clutched her arm a bit tighter because of it. "Wouldn't that be a sight? Slytherin's running around in fear because of Neville Longbottom." How ironic.

Sage Anderson