Damien was grinning as he heard his friend, from the distance, "I've missed you all summer, mate. How've you been?" It was cute that Mircus remembered him over the summer, and he had missed him too. During the summer he was mostly separated from most of his wizardly friends as he had to work and when he had time, he spent it studying and practicing on spells. He didn't mind that the two were friends, as they were similar to each other yet not and besides they were from the same house anyways. The Irish was one cuter friends and he didn't mind being surrounded by attractive people at all, with more being the merrier. The only bad thing, was... he didn't swing that way and that serious put a damper on things. Despite that he made sure his gaze was never caught when he was checking him out or giving those jealous looks and was able to remain as good friends with him. It was amazing how he got away with some things, that he wondered why he wasn't secretly a Slytherin despite how much he hated them. He reverted his gaze from his friend looking at Bleu, as it was rude to ignore her but then there was Mircus as well...
When Damien looking at Bleu looked slightly overwhelmed with the amount of words that he just shove at her face, he wouldn't expect her to catch all of it. He apparently did that a lot to everyone, and that was the best reason why he was a hatstall, the hat didn't know whether if Ravenclaw could survive my chatter and inquisitive nature or simply put me in Hufflepuff to save them the agony. He chuckled to himself silently as he remembered he gave the hat an partially annoying time, as he spoke to the hat nonstop for that five and a half minutes basically sealing my spot in this house. “Breathe.” He heard Bleu said, and he grinned childishly. He gave a small laugh as he sometimes wondered if he even breathed at all, but for her sake he stopped for a moment. But he wouldn't spare her any details later, to make up for this...
Then after recovering from his brigade she finally said her introductions... sort of? “Yes, I am a transfer student. I come from Beauxbatons. What is your name?” He sighed slightly at her words at first but understood, transferring schools was hard but with the assistance of the twins, him and several others he would make her year great... Wait! Cross out Tat, as his brother was the better prankster but besides that her year was going to be a busy one with him! "Gimme a second, here he comes! Come lemme introduce you to another Hufflepuff who is in the same year I believe! Wait... your a fifth year darn it... Never mind now lets go meet him!"
"Who's your friend." Damien was beaten to his sentence but it had worked out perfectly in the end. Exchanging glances with Mircus before with Bleu and grinning mischievously, with arms extended he introduced the two with each other. "Mircus, this is Bleu who is transferring to our school from... Beauxbatons, I think thats what you said right? A real long name really but anyways, she also joining us in Hufflepuff as well! And then, Bleu this Mircus our team captain for quidditch. He's the one who scores basically... like scores, also know as the Chaser I believe, yes?! Then finally, there's Me! Damien, the social butterfly of death! Well, at least that's what I would be if I was one! So lets be nice to each other okay, I promise I wont bite, so you guys don't either, okay?" He said to them laughing slightly, before turning behind him. He was watching the sorting hat's decision for Mircus' sister right now, which he had taken a note of when he had came into the room with her.
"Daaaaw, that sucks really. I hoped your sister would join us but I guess to Griffindor she goes! At least the Ravens or Snakes didn't get her, she too kind for either of those houses. At least she'll have some reliable people to watch over her right? At least she doesn't have to deal with Tatum, his twin is apparently the more civil one of the set." He had said when the Hat decided its choice for the young witch. He silently wondered why the hat choose to put her in Griffindor but couldn't argue unless he put it on again. Which wasn't going to be a nice experience for either of them and besides the Sorting Hat knew best... for the most part and he wouldn't oppose its decision for other students.
“Should we go to our dorms now?” Bleu had said to the two, and he looked around him as everyone was standing up as well. Well... there goes the Head Mistress speech, or whatever it was down through the drain. He had heard it many times and doubt it was of any importance so placed it onto the back of his head disregarding it. Looking at Mircus and Bleu before he decided that he would like to get the first bed before either of the two or simply anyone else, which wasn't likely at this point he still didn't mind trying and abruptly got up as well. "Yes, yes we do! Now... 3, 2, 1, GO! Race ya guys!" He said childishly before jogging out to the Hufflepuff's dorms for them. Dodging some of the students and vanished out of the room slipping out easily with his lithe frame, leaving the two Hufflepuffs standing there... to talk and get to know each other if they wished.
