Chasing White Rabbits.

Remy couldn't help but wonder how he could make it to Wonderland.  Alice had managed it twice by chance, and yet Remy couldn't get there no matter how much effort he put into it.  In Wonderland his problems would just disappear.  But no, he had to deal with his problems just like everyone else.

Remy dropped to the ground and propped himself up against a building.  "Even with magic, I find myself alone."  Remy was always alone, he'd gotten used to it for the most part.  Being used to it didn't make it any easier though.

Damien was in a similar situation to Remy. He was alone a lot. And he wasn't fond of the idea that even amongst his own people he was different. He was insulted constantly. Called a mudblood a lot and he still didn't know what they meant. He knew what a muggle was, but he didn't really realize being a muggle-born meant he had "dirty blood." The difference between Remy and Damien was that Damien was a Slytherin.

He was walking through Hogsmeade when he nearly tripped on the Gryffindor boy. He'd caught himself in the nick of time and jumped back kind of precariously and fell to the ground across from him. "Sorry," he mumbled dusting his robes off while he sat there.