The brunette entered the Slytherin common room, her books in her hand, making her way to sit near her fiancé by the fireplace. "Hey Damien," she greeted, her gaze shifting every second, unable to take her eyes off him. "Can you- er- help me?" she questioned shyly, nervously brushing her hair from her eyes. "With homework- I mean," she specified, her cheeks turning crimson. She wasn't shy; just captivated by his appearance, and found herself at a loss of words whenever talking to him; he was too mesmerizing to look at.
/ I'm on the verge of killing her off- she's been dead for ages- this is me tryna liven her up...
