judging the damage / DAMIEN

[Lo Beckwith]

Lo arrived on the top floor of St Mungo's, taking a deep breath as she did so. She had just gone and peeked in at the room that Scorpius Malfoy was in, but hadn't spotted his younger brother and hadn't wanted to disturb him. Instead she'd stopped a healer and inquired if Damien was around, and once she'd discovered that he was she'd decided that the tearoom was the next most likely place to find him, and set off up the stairs rather than in the lift to give herself a bit of time to think.

To be fair, it had been such a long time that she'd completely forgotten why she'd fallen out with Damien, which told her that it must have been incredibly petty. Quite embarrassed about it, in fact, she'd been wanting to make up with him for some time but hadn't found the guts - and the longer she left it, the harder it got. But then she'd heard about his brother and had realised that this was no time for silliness - he would probably want his friends around him and she would be there for him if it cost her all the pride in her body.

So, now, she paused in the doorway and scanned the tearoom a trifle apprehensively. She finally spotted the familiar blond head at one of the tables, and with another deep breath forged towards him. Dodging around a couple of pretty healers, Lo finally arrived in front of Damien in a bit of a state.

"Look," she began, her words almost tripping over themselves in their haste to get out, not giving him a moment to speak, "I'm really sorry for being such a twat, and I'm really sorry about your brother, and I know I've been stupid and I'm sorry and I want to be friends again. If you want."

[Damien Malfoy]

So many thoughts had circled through Damien's psyche while he sat, perched in the tearoom, alone. He hadn't a clue where the rest of his family had gone except for Seb, who'd been adamant about finding 'the one who'd got away' - or in other words the older blonde healer who had told him to buzz off, though he never listened. He figured his grandfather was off plotting world revenge, his grandmother trying to ignore her husbands evil machinations, and his father - well, who really knew. If he wasn't sitting in the waiting room giving evil eyes to the Weasles that seemed to be hanging around he was pacing back and forth in front of the hospital room. Scorpius still refused to see their father, and Damien couldn't blame him. He personally didn't want to bother with any of his family aside form Ella at the moment, which included Scorpius. He didn't know if he had right or not to be angry with his brother, but damn it he was angry with Scorpius. Matter of fact he was angry with his whole family. They only ever seemed to notice that there was a problem with their children when something major went wrong. They refused to acknowledge the cracks in the surface, the veiled attempts at laughter, and the forced smiles.

Deep breath in, Damien told himself, closing his eyes. The faint sound of a door swinging open sauntered through the air and Damien opened his eyes, hoping to see his sister, or even one of his cousins. He hadn't a clue who tell about what had happened with his brother and knew that his family would cave had too many people found out, though he'd already told Devyn, ( he was on his way to owl Aggy when he'd stopped in the tear room) who no doubt told Louis if she was talking to him - which didn't really count anyways considering Louis' cousin was Scorpius' girlfriend, after all. The source of the noise soon made itself clear.

The voice was familiar - one he hadn't heard in a long time and he smiled, a half, pained smile, as Lo Beckwith, former best friend, now stood in front of him. He wasn't even sure what had happened between them any more except for the fact that it'd become so much simpler to say things to Devyn than it had Lo.

"Come to the Malfoy family reunion, did you?" he asked, attempting to make a joke of the events but finding it harder than anticipated. He heard her words and nodded, unable to say much in return. He didn't know what to say. He'd never been a man - or rather boy - of many words. But it was nice, more than nice, to see her again, to know that she still considered him a friend.