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.