leave all the blaming aside... it wasn't my fault

It was a pretty good start to the day. She had woken up with a big smile, and felt like nothing could ruin her day. After eating breakfast quickly, Damitrius ran out of the castle and headed straight for Hogsmeade. It was a perfect day, minus the coldness that was so present these days. Either way Mitri was happy, and she was so hopeful today. Hopeful of what, don't ask, even she didn't know. But if she was hopeful it was because of some very important reason, even if she didn't know what if was yet.

With a bright smile she walked throught the streets of Hogsmeade, and said hi to almost everyone she crossed. She made a few stops while she walked throught the village, and picked up a few things she had been wanting for a while, including candies. She had been craving them for a while but she hadn't been able to get them until now. As she walked she popped a candy into her mouth and wondered where she should go now. There were two places she could go, and she stopped at the path that divided into two, each going in a different direction. Where should she go? The Shrieking Shack or the Garden of Solace?

Well, one was supposed to be the most haunted place in all of Britain, and the other was a place in memory of those who died in the battle the year before. So which place was better? After considering these things for a while, Mitri finally decided that the Garden of Solace was the better place to go, she could pay her respects to all those who died, and she could visit her fallen friend. It was a shame that she died at the age of fourteen, but it all happened for a reason. She walked up the path that led to the Garden and when she entered her smile vanished and she immediately felt her happiness slip away. It was sad that so many people had to die because the Death Eaters want power. Damitrius hated them, they had taken the life of her best friend, and she wanted to fight against them. But at the same time she didn't want to get killed because of them.

Hogsmeade weekend had finally arrived. As much as Hogwarts Castle had become a much better place recently, Damien appreciated the opportunity to get out of it for awhile. He was not a very active boy, but he did love to walk. That was exactly what he intended as he donned something warm for the day. The Great Hall was a lot livelier during breakfast. Everyone seemed more excited than usual, as if the weekend offered an escape from the dreadful castle.

Believe it or not, Kane and Augustine were going on a double date. They had asked Damien to get one. However, the only girl he was interested in happened to also be the one he never wanted to be seen with. As such, he gave the invitation a pass. Georgie, too, told him to tag along with her and some girls from the other houses, while they flit through the shops. That, to Damien, seemed like an even less pleasing way to spend the time of Hogsmeade weekend. No, he had decided that he was going to walk alone. It was much easier than making the effort to socialise, or to have to look at an unpleasant face, for the hours out of the castle.

The hype that can be found in the shops along Hogsmeade was a little annoying to Damien. He wanted out of the castle for a couple of hours, but he wanted a quiet one too. As such, he diverted his path and decided to take a walk at the Garden of Solace. Pulling at the ends of his scarf, Damien found himself taking the first few steps into the garden. The place was quiet, as usual, and he sniffed in the scent of the air, smelling dead leaves, which of course can only be attributed to the seasonal change that was taking place.

Damien crossed his arms at his chest and began to hum a tune softly to himself, observing names of the dead, observing the beauty of the carvings. After all, he appreciated art and had no regard for the dead found in this garden. It was necessary that they die, so that this place could exist. Damien smirked to himself and walked along, as he continued to let his eyes travel from name to name, more concerned with the look of the names rather than the names themselves.

And then, his eyes caught sight of someone. Damien scowled in quick response, before lightening that expression up. He moved his hands from his scarf to the pockets of his pants, tucking them in comfortably. Slowly, he walked towards the familiar figure of his sister, the one he disliked simply because she was placed into Gryffindor, which was undoubtedly a shame on the family name, in Damien's opinion. He had a lot of respect for the eldest D'Eath child, liked his twin elder sisters ... but this, this sister and the rest of his other siblings alike, was just odd. He had never warmed up to the others.

Although he had walked closer to Damitrius, Damien stopped when he was just a few steps away from her. He refused to offer a verbal greeting. Instead, the boy looked from his sister to the name she was currently staring at, and then back to her. And then he smirked.

The coldness of the wind revived Damitrius as she stared blankly at the grave of her best friend. Kaily... I'm sorry... I could have protected you I know I could've... But now it's too late... I'm sorry... she thought to the grave, imagining her firend was right next to her. She felt so responsible for that death, even though Kaily had run off, Mitri wasn't sure why she had run off really, but she could tell that Kaily had been scared of something. And now she was gone, gone because Damitrius hadn't chased after her, she hadn't stopped her from going further... She had put her right into the hands of the Death Eater who killed her. So in a way she was responsible for Kaily's death, and now that guilt was eating at her.

Suddenly she felt the presence of someone else, and she whipped her head to the side quickly. She saw someone walking up to her, someone familiar. She almost immediately scowled at the appearance of her brother, who never really liked her, mostly because of the House she was sorted into. Either way Damien did have a preference for the eldest D'Eath children, including their werewolf sister. The one she couldn't stand to be near, this made her dislike her brother even more. How can he see past the fact that she wasn't human, that she was a monster. Because that was what Damitrius saw her as, a monster.

Mitri prefered the younger D'Eath children, mostly because she was able to tell them what to do. Sure she was one of the youngest, but she could at least tell her youger sibling what to do. Something she couldn't with the older ones. She hated having to listen to those who were older than her, especially Alexis. But what could she do, Alexis had the luck of being born before she was, so it was no use trying to fight against her sister.

With a slight roll of her eyes, she looked away from Damien, not even bothering to speak to him, and she looked back at Kaily's grave. She sighed heavily and began to get lost in her mind again, a sad expression on her face as she remembered the events of the night when Kaily was killed.