Bad News

"Not friends," she said fiercely and firmly, shaking her head, her eyes still dangerously rested on him, a long glare at his eyes. She shook her head, a bitter grimace on her face as her eyes coldly returned his gaze. No, there would be no being friends, there would be no returning to relaxed conversation. There had been a huge violation of trust and Piper held grudges for a long time. She was not forgiving.. in the least.

"You can put that away," she said, her eyes darting down to his hand, not trusting him to touch her at all after he had lied to her about. She crossed her arms and shook her head, chewing on the inside of her lip. "And it is not a truce. Not yet. Like I said, you owe me something, something big. And if I hear you have breathed a word of this..." She tapped the thin bulge in her pocket that were recognizeable as her wand. "I will be upset."

Damien scowled. He didn't like the fact that she had threatened him because, he thought to himself, I didn't even want to lay a hand on her! Feeling slightly sore from being misunderstood, the boy nodded in agreement to what he recognize would be Piper's terms, forgetting that earlier, he had lied to her first, in his growing annoyance.

"I'm a man of my word, okay." Damien said in his most serious tone. "Besides, no one would be interested in that story." Somehow, his irritation managed to creep a little into his voice. It was not merely the girl's threat. A part of him also felt bitter that somehow was refusing his offer of friendship, which as it seems, was of a great price to Damien.

"It might help if you ... Get over it? I'll pretend I've forgotten what has been bothering you, just pretend everything didn't happen." Real easy, Damien thought to himself.

She just need to see to the fact that he would be honoring thw stipulations she was demanding providing she did let him live. She realized anyone watching might think that this was a bit of an overreaction, as the situation was small and the offence was forgiveable. But Piper did not see it that way. No, no, no. There was nothing forgivable about this.

No one got her top open up to them- no one. Someone who did was already in serious dangerous of getting her pissed off, and one who had done so through deceit not only embarassed her and put her to shame, but they shook what she knew about her survival skills. She survived by closing herself off. When someone got through her defenses.. it terrified her.

She glared at him when he said he would stick to his words. He claimed no one would be interested in the stories but she knew any moment of weakness was gobbled up by other Slytherins. He said they could forget it happened and she nodded curtly. "Sounds like a plan to me." she turned and stepped down the aisle, pausing to look at the cursed jewlry.