Just Like Old Times (Damien)

[Rachel Worthington]

Rachel was heading down the hallway, her worn white sneakers making that familiar thudding sound which echoed down the corridors. They were fairly empty, all the students were in classes. Which just reminded her of the days when she'd skip class with Ty and they'd just walk around teh school, wander the grounds.

It was pleasantly strange, being back. When she'd graduated, she was going to try to become a Chudley Cannon. That's just what everyone expected of Rachel Worthington. Great things. She was an excellent quidditch player. She would have made it. Dane did. But she hadn't been able to do it. A part of her still resided at Hogwarts School, and she couldn't quite bear to leave it behind yet. And so she'd come back and gotten a job as Quidditch Instructor. Certainly it wasn't ideal, nor was it what she planned on doing for the rest of her life, but it was good enough for her for now. She was happy, being back here. Hell, some of her old friends were even here. After all, she was only a year graduated.

But she'd heard that a certain few of her peers were also back at Hogwarts. Interns. Damien and Gage. The three of them had a rocky past that no one could ever quite describe. Rachel respected both of them more than she'd let on, but the they were also bitter enemies, for more than one reason. But they didn't utterly dislike each other, either. It was a complicated relationship that no one had quite understood when they were students, and it probably wasn't going to be any easier now.

She entered the hospital wing with a grin. She'd spent countless hours in here as a student, for various reasons. She usually managed to get herself on the wrong side of someone. She grinned. So many things had happened in this school, she didn't understand how anyone could bear to leave it. She wondered whey Damien and Gage were both back. It was ironic, to say the very least.

She strode straight over to Damien's quarters, knocking briskly on the door three times. She wasn't even sure if either Damien or Gage knew she was back yet, but she was hoping they didn't. Rachel loved a surprise.

[Damien Renton]

Damien hated going back and forth from St. Mungos to fcuking Hogwarts. However, since they were so short staffed over here to compare with the injuries, Damien was sent over here off and on.

Emily was off doing God knows what, and Damien was currently nice and doped up, lying on his small bed in his quarters back in the infirmary. It took him several seconds to register a knock on the door, and another several to get up and answer it.

Uncaring of his current state of being in nothing but pajama pants and socks, he swung open the door and rose an eyebrow. Of all people, he didn't expect Rachel to be knocking bubbly at his door.

"....'Ello," he wasn't sure what else to say, since he was both surprised and pretty content with his heroin and pain killers. Head buzzing, he looked her over. "Didn't you graduate?"

[Rachel Worthington]

Rachel raised an eyebrow as he opened the door, clearly on something and also not wearing much. "Ah. Well, you havn't changed a bit, have you, Renton?" She smirked at him, pushing past and entering his quarters without asking for an invite. She plopped down in a chair and grinned up at him. She was feeling unusually cheerful, especially for being in his presence at the moment.

"Of course... but I was less surprised than that when you finally graduated," she said with another grin, crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair. Damien was looking just as fantastic as ever, and that could only make her smile. A lot. Damien and herself had had their fair share of pure angry sex. You know, screaming and punching matches that turned into sex. It happens.

"Anyway, I got a job here, and heard you and Gage were still around.. thought I'd pay you a little visit."

[Damien Renton]

Damien looked at her with a rather blank gaze as she made her way in and told him that he changed little. Why would he have changed? Damien had graduated a year ago, and as far as he could remember, Rachel graduated earlier this year. Perhaps she felt that a years difference was enough to change someone. "Didn't know Ah wis supposed tae."

She plopped down on a chair and Damien's head was buzzing too much to really care about her happy exterior and rather rude assumptions. "Ah graduated before you with grades that were probably better than yours," he mumbled, laying back on his bed and putting his hands behind his head.

Damien was never bad at school, and that came as a surprise to most who knew about him. But what they didn't get was if he wanted to ignore society's stereotypes and, more importantly, keep his dependence on the down low, he had to keep life in motion. He was the most functional junkie he knew.

"Ah gae back and forth," he said and sighed when he realized that he might not have been clear enough. "From here tae the hospital. Sairy, you'll only be graced with my presence every now and then." Pausing, he conjured a smoke and put it between his lips, using his palm so spark a flame by magic.

Exhaling, looked at her and a bemused looked spread across his face. "Why would you want tae work here? People who can't do, teach." Of course, he doubted she had a high standing professorship, like charms or potions- yea, right. "Groundskeeper?"