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Oct 16, 2018 19:36:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2018 19:36:26 GMT -7
] Steve was having second thoughts about the Uncle Joe story. He should have shared the real one. That would have been infinitely better in his case. The death of Uncle Joe had been a lesson in his house: never approach a Yeti community looking like a long lost cousin. Uncle Joe had probably thought the creatures had accepted him as one of their own. At least until he shaved his beard off. As with the undercover hairiness, Steve was pretty sure he had made a convincing American so far. The addition of the foods they normally ate at meals had Jimmie jotting down on her notepad once again, a tiny smile of victory playing across his face as he watched her. This was almost too easy, even if it was going to come back and bite him. The Hogwarts students would think the Americans were cowboys, and the Americans would think the Hogwarts students had made all of this up. Being stuck in the middle of that would be fun.
Out of the common room they went, Jimmie leading him by the hem of his sleeve. He tried shooting a glance at Nora as they left, but she seemed engulfed by the crowd. The blonde decided for them that they would be heading upwards – towards what, Steve was unsure. If she was going to ask him for a demonstration in flying or levitating, he was going to have to politely decline. “Not a bit. Though I feel a lot better in the dark. The sun is draining and makes my skin burn a lot faster.” Jimmie looked to be rather pale in complexion as well, so she would probably understand that part. “The only fun thing we get as half-vampires is our alluring voices,” Steve said, though stopped himself short of explaining what that meant exactly. He wanted her to ask questions, digging further into his life just so he could dangle the answers in front of her.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
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Oct 21, 2018 12:37:32 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Oct 21, 2018 12:37:32 GMT -7
AS THEY CLIMBED THE WINDING STEPS OF Gryffindor tower, Jimmie felt abuzz with interest. She hadn't done an awful lot of research on half-vampires because she had never needed to. There wasn't a lick of the stuff in her family tree, as far as she knew, and she didn't know of any other students suffering from the same affliction. Jimmie was sure that she would as well, being so attuned to school gossip.
"So... like any typical Northerner?" Jimmie joked, snorting a little at herself as she ran a hand along the dry stone wall while leading them up and up. Though her steps did stutter a bit when he explained of a half-vampires allure. She stopped one step ahead and stared at Steve from over her shoulder, clutching her papers to her chest.
"Like... glamouring?" Jimmie asked carefully, licking the dryness from her lips. It couldn't be that strong, she assured herself. She wouldn't fall for something as trivial as a pretty voice. "How would I know if you were doing it?" She asked, unable to stop her own curious mind. She shook her fair blond her one shoulder, blocking Steve's way until he answered. She had to know before she went any further with him alone, in the dark.
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Nov 9, 2018 0:06:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2018 0:06:28 GMT -7
He chuckled at the northerner comment. Jimmie was so close to figuring out exactly how far north he really was, but there was also no way she could know. Her questions about his origins had long passed, and their walk up the staircase left him wondering what could be next. “Yeah, like most Northerners. I’ll take those cold, overcast winter days over anything else. It’s a pain having to keep sunblock and aloe at the ready.” Unfortunately neither really helped in the end. Preventative measures could only do so much, and more often than not the sunblock failed to work. Even the highest SPF wasn’t good enough for the vampire blood inside him. Such was life. As for the aloe, apparently that was supposed to reduce the burning and itchiness from the peeling skin. The only ‘cure’ to nasty sunburns and sun poisoning he had found was to drink more blood. It had curative effects apparently.
Jimmie stopped abruptly when he mentioned the alluring ability. He had wanted her to keep asking the questions but didn’t think she would suddenly be this interested in it. “Glamouring? Never heard of that before.” Maybe that was what the European vampires called the voice. Even though his parents were both from over here, his mother had been turned whilst in Canada, and their terminology had the potential to be different. Jimmie asked how she would know if he was using it, causing a laugh to burst out of him. “Trust me, you would know. I imagine it’s a sort of innate feeling, like you can’t resist anything I say,” he explained. There was no way for him to ever know what being allured felt like – he seemed to be resistant to much of Cameron’s veela charm as well, and from second-hand accounts, the two abilities were very similar in nature. “I don’t believe you could use it for anything malicious, like a murder, but I could definitely have you in an empty classroom thinking you were desperately in love with me.” Nora never seemed to have a problem using her suggestions when she needed to, whereas he liked to tease people that he could have them under his spell. “Why? Are you wondering if walking up here was of your own volition or because I suggested it?”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Jan 19, 2019 5:37:34 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jan 19, 2019 5:37:34 GMT -7
TRYING HER VERY HARDEST TO REMAIN professional, Jimmie had to hide a snicker behind her hand at the image of a vampire applying ample amounts of sunblock and aloe. Her lips quivering as she rubbed at her nose in an attempt to cover it up. "Interesting..." She squeaked, lips pursed as they continued up the staircase. "Like... factor 50, or...?" And then she collapsed in to a muffled laugh, dropping her chin to her chest and shaking her head. "Sorry, I'm-" She swayed slightly before turning her head. "That doesn't actually work, right?" She was grinning at the ridiculousness of it. "I feel like I'd have read about that if it did."
Though, all humour fled from Jimmie at the mention of a half-vampires allure. She hadn't considered such an ability upon learning about his affliction. She stood stock still, her expression severe at first. Though, she deflated slightly when he assured her she would know. She didn't feel coerced, apart from by her overwhelming curiosity. And after he explained she felt better, more sure about her own intentions.
After a moment she snorted awkwardly and nodded her head, shifting from foot to foot as she crossed her arms stubbornly. "I think I'd be fine," She rolled her eyes, the notion of feeling madly in love with someone ridiculous in general to her. "And... no..." Though that wasn't true, she had for a single moment considered it. "I trust myself to be smarter than that." She nodded surely and straightened her spine, trying to appear tall and confident. "We're here knowledge not..." She wiggled her fingers at him, nose crinkling. "Funny business." And then she turned and began taking the stairs once again, her neck and chest a little flushed.
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Feb 5, 2019 22:57:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 22:57:23 GMT -7
Jimmie had obviously done her homework at some point in time when it came to vampires, despite still having a bounty of questions for Steve to answer. The notion that sunblock would work on him was not lost on her though, and he shook his head when she asked if it actually did. “I thought the school was joking at first when they asked us if we had strong enough sunblock for our outdoor classes, and then I realized they were serious about it. Aloe does help with the burns after the fact though. But as far as I know, the only way to stop from burning is either by staying inside or wearing long sleeves and a hat.” Steve tugged at the wrist of his sweater to show her. His entire wardrobe was either long sleeved or paired well with a light jacket. Even in the heat of the summer he was sworn to wearing them. Sweltering and suffering was part of being a vampire unfortunately.
“I’m sure you would be,” he grinned at her, though was unsure what his allure would do if he had cast it over her. Technically he knew what would happen, but there were times where girls reacted differently to it. Usually it had to do with the clinginess or how they approached him. The shy ones would gain a little more courage but still stumble over their words, the chatty types becoming a nonstop word vomit, usually blabbering on about his eyes or how fair his skin was. Jimmie’s awkward laugh at the prospect of maybe being allured had him grinning though. Steve wasn’t sure if she was completely confident in how she was answering him. As she turned to head further up the stairs, he followed closely behind. “You’ll probably hear all about my funny business eventually,” he commented, not exactly afraid of putting it out there. “I met plenty of nice girls over the summer. I think one of them is in Gryffindor too. Hard to tell because she wouldn’t make eye contact with me.” Steve shrugged even though it was to Jimmie’s back. “It comes with the vampirism I guess.”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Feb 10, 2019 10:05:06 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 10, 2019 10:05:06 GMT -7
THOUGH SHE WAS ALREADY CONVINCED SUN lotion wouldn't work, she was a little disappointed to hear it out loud. It would have been funny to watch them slather it on on hot summer days. But, the fact that sunblock didn't work but aloe did was interesting. She filed it away for future reference, like the fact that she'd actually learned something new. He was helpful when he wasn't talking in circles or joking around too much. "Hats are in," She piped up, shrugging her shoulders with a slight smile.
It took a moment, but Jimmie's confidence slowly built up again. She wasn't fawning over him, she was just curious. And though his confirmation was shaky at best, she clung to it because otherwise she might back out of the whole interaction. Jimmie had been a lot of things, but never a coward. Or, so she told herself. "I hear everything," Jimmie retorted, because she was already very well known for being nosy. And she wasn't surprised to learn that he was a bit of a flirt either, simply relieved that she hadn't had to reject him herself. Possibly a little nervous that she couldn't.
"There are a lot of nice girls in Gryffindor," She told him, already thinking about how might take a liking to a boy like Steve. He seemed confident that he'd have plenty to choose from. "You're pretty sure of yourself, huh?" She asked him, they'd reached the top of the steps now and she turned to watch him follow her, enjoying the fact that for a moment she was taller than him. "Is that a vampire thing too?" Her brows lifted and she smirked a little bit, but she seriously wondered. Even making a point to look him in the eye as she did.
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Mar 23, 2019 12:11:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2019 12:11:03 GMT -7
“Is there a shop for them in Hogsmeade?” he asked. Taking Nora with him to pick out hats would end up being a trip for sure. She would probably make him get some giant brimmed hat that the ladies at horse races wore. If he were to be perfectly honest, that fit his personality all too well and would draw plenty of comments and attention to him. The sort of thing that Steve wanted to do now that he was finally at a school with others like him.
Steve wasn’t that concerned with what Jimmie heard, per se, but rather who she heard it from. Embellishments were fine as long as they showed him in a good light (something Steve wasn’t averse to doing about himself on occasion), but lies were a big no-no in his book. The girl in particular, the one from the summer that he seemed to have rubbed the wrong way, was a complete enigma and possibly a name ruiner. The no-majs he ran with back in Canada had a few people like that, and they thrived off the shitty drama they caused from it. “From the ones I’ve met so far, I agree,” he flashed her a toothy grin. Hopefully she still thought that he was trying to catch her in his allurement. When they were aware of the power it made it way more fun.
“That’s a Steve thing.” The smug look on his face said it all, but he felt like it was necessary to say it as well. In actuality, it was a Kolstad thing. His mother was extremely confident in what she did (she had to be, as a vampire in her field), and Nora was basically him on adrenaline. “I think it’s better to show my confidence than hide it. The worst are those people that pretend they are, but actually aren’t.” Phonies. He read a book once, Catcher in the Wheat or something, and that always talked about people and how they could turn out to be fakes and frauds. His own confidence in himself ebbed and flowed depending on the situation he was in, but when it came to girls, he was positive in where he stood.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Apr 9, 2019 3:46:45 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 9, 2019 3:46:45 GMT -7
SNORTING SLIGHTLY, JIMMIE THOUGHT STEVE was joking at first. And then she got a good look at his thoughtful face and second-guessed herself. He didn't look like he was joking. "Probably..." She said slowly, shifting her gaze around the damp stone walls, her snickering barely contained. "Get a big floppy one," She suggested, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Or the kind with a hole at the top for your massive hair." She had already noted the great swooping style of his thick brown hair, though she hadn't commented on it before.
Always maintaining a step or two in front of him, Jimmie had to turn around fully to look at him when she wanted to. She stopped mid-step as she frowned down at him. He was easily charming, she knew that already. It had left her unsettled before, when she'd thought it could be linked to his other-worldly powers, but the more time she spent with him, the more she realised he was... just like that. She hoped he wasn't talking about her, but by the way he was smiling at her, she wasn't so sure. "Are-" She pointed at her chest, "Are you flirting with me?" Jimmie said this as if he was asking something deeply personal of her. The look of scrunched distaste plain on her face. She was not the romantic type.
"Who's Steve?" Jimmie asked, playing dumb as she took a backwards step away from him and his dumb grin. She turned away from him with a large shrug, they were almost to the top of the tower now. Where it was so quiet that she could almost hear the tower groaning with age. "I disagree," She said, mostly because she could. "People make whole careers on fake confidence." Jimmie had to do it herself sometimes, when insecurity got the better of her. And she felt a slight twinge of defensiveness at his plain dislike for it. "And, I mean, nobody is confident all the time." She said this with surety, scoffing slightly. "That's phony."
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Apr 20, 2019 13:59:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2019 13:59:05 GMT -7
A big floppy hat. Steve could only imagine the ones he had seen on tv - the ones that ladies wore to those really popular horse races. Those would look weird on him but he could probably make it work. They did their purpose, covering the face and back of the neck, and that was all he needed to prevent his skin from burning. “Like a visor? That could work…” Or it would expose the top of his head to the sun, and therefore get a scalp burn. At that point, it would be easier to buy a regular hat and put sunblock on his neck. “Because the hair has to stay, I’ve put too much time into it.” He ran a hand through it, for effect. His hair had its own buoyancy and, some would say, its own personality too. Friends back home always said they could spot him down the street from a mile away because of his hair. Plus all of the products he had bought for it would go to waste if he ever decided to chop it all off.
He didn’t expect Jimmie to take his comment about the Gryffindor girls personally, but he could roll with it. Teasing her so far had been a delight and doing it for a little longer wouldn’t hurt him. “Of course I am,” he said, chuckling at her reaction, specifically pointing at herself. “But I always am. So you can take that how you want. I think it’s important for people feel liked and interesting, and so far I think you’re interesting and I like you.” For a brief second he wondered if she would take the latter as some sort of confession of his dying love, but he shook it off. There was another girl in Gryffindor, the one he had accidentally bumped into and taken a liking to at a music festival over the summer that had immediately thought that. He figured he would never see her again, but there she was today when he was taking a seat at his new house’s table. Jimmie had her head on straight though, and from the reaction she had given him she wasn’t going to be an easy one to win over if he really went for it.
Letting out one ‘Ha!’ at her joke about who he was, he continued up the stairs behind her in silence. They had differing opinions on what people did. In her defense, Steve was sure people lied to her all the time when she approached them and proceeded to ask intrusive questions. Not that they didn’t lie to him too, but he was better at figuring out the fake confidence. At least he thought he was. “Well I’m not a phony and I’m confident all the time,” he scoffed lightly back at her. “For example, I’m confident that my grades will be low, and I haven’t even taken a class yet.”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Jun 13, 2019 7:51:07 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jun 13, 2019 7:51:07 GMT -7
LIKE A VISOR. JIMMIE NODDED HER HEAD WITH a sly smile on her face. The image of his bouffant spilling over the top of a grandmother's-style gardening visor just too good not to smile about. But, he seemed particularly possessive about his hair, though she had already suspected as much. His hands running through it in a practised curl that left it messy, but artfully so. She hated everything about it. "I can tell," She said with a dainty lift of her brows as she climbed the stairs a step or two ahead of him.
However, Jimmie planted her feet firmly as she turned to confront him. As the daughter of the biggest match-maker in Britain, Jimmie had a certain lack of tolerance for flirtations and frivolous romance. In fact, she quite frankly hated it. The idea of flowers and 'sweeping off their feet'. She had long since declared her complete lack of interest in all romance and especially love. Steve radiated the exact opposite, and Jimmie felt a sudden desire to set the record straight. Fortunately, she had very little to worry about, according to him. Her brows pulled down, and Jimmie didn't know if she was supposed to be insulted or not.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." She tutted, but it lacked any true fire. "But, you're right..." She took a half step backwards up the stairs. "I am interesting." He'd found a way to make her feel better about being flirted with, and also curious. He had what they called 'the gift of the gab'. "What about the ones that take it the wrong way, though?" Jimmie asked half-listening as she ran her hand up the side of the exposed stone wall. It was cold to the point of feeling wet. "Have you broken a lotta hearts, Stevie?" Jimmie pouted out her bottom lip, the sarcasm loosening her tone and narrowing her eyes.
At the top of the tower, Jimmie found herself quite at odds with Steve all of a sudden. There was a brisk wind whistling through the bare turrets, making Jimmie cross her arms to shield herself from the cold. "I don't believe you." She said plainly, shrugging her shoulders stiffly as she stared at him in challenge. "I believe you think you're confident all the time, but..." Swallowing, she scrunched her nose and let out a gusty sigh. "Unless you're like, a sociopath, you have to be insecure sometimes." She took a slicing step towards him, almost as if to push him back down the stairs. "Are you a sociopath and a vampire, Steve?"
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Jun 23, 2019 20:57:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2019 20:57:24 GMT -7
Even after Jimmie took the next few steps above him, Steve’s jelled up pompadour towered above the girl. It was easily the most impressive feature he had, which was the exact reason he cared so much about protecting it. Everything else about him could fail, as long as the hair was untouched and in pristine condition. He liked having something to obsess over, and it added a bit of uniqueness to his character. At least that was what he told himself.
Steve shrugged at her indignation. It was her choice to take that how she wanted. Free will and all that. In his opinion, that was more proof that he hadn’t attempted to allure her yet, if she was still hung up on that. “See? We agree. You have to find people interesting in order to become their friends. Else it would be boring as hell to hang out with them. Boring I can’t do.” And intentional maliciousness, but he didn’t have to worry about Jimmie being like that. Even though they hadn’t been talking for long, he could tell she was more curious than pissed at anything he had said so far. The ones that were angry always made it known fairly fast. “Oh yeah, plenty I’m sure,” he nodded his head confidently. “But it’s only my fault if I do it on purpose. Which I don’t. I can’t be held responsible for girls getting the wrong idea about my actions without asking me first. At the end of the day, I’m here to have fun. If I want more than that, I make it known.” Obviously there were a few hiccups here and there, like the Gryffindor girl at the summer concert, but per his rules, that was one-hundred percent her fault for getting attached so quickly. “Sorry if that sounds arrogant, but at most I can only be half at fault for a broken heart. It’s a two way street.”
By the time they reached the top of the tower, it seemed like maybe he had pushed his confidence a little too far. Jimmie was too sharp, and despite him being completely honest with her so far (aside from the initial bit in the common room), she kept trying to dig deeper into what made him tick. It was sort of fun because nobody had done that before. Now she was grilling him with more questions and trying to freeze him to death at the top of the tower. He peered over the edge of the railing as he hit the final step, shivering from both the height and the cold breeze that ran right through his clothes. “I mean, I have to drink blood to stay alive. I think anyone that does that could be considered a little off, don’t you?” he responded to her question about being a sociopath. “My only insecurity would probably be…” he tapped his lips with his index finger a few times as he thought about it. “My insecurity would be not knowing what I’ll do after school. But I also have two years to figure that out, so who cares right now?”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Aug 22, 2019 7:00:55 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Aug 22, 2019 7:00:55 GMT -7
JIMMIE LIKED TO READ PEOPLE LIKE STORIES. So, Steve's deductions were right. She agreed with him. But, she found herself resistant to admit as such. Because, putting quite so plainly, made her and him seem like monumental arseholes. Her nose wrinkled and she shook her head, feeling the need to tell him as such. "People aren't there for your entertainment." She lifted her nose rather snobbishly. Jimmie was starting to realise that she liked disagreeing with Steve, but this was not a new extension of her personality.
The sheer confidence Steve exuded almost tripped Jimmie on her way up the stairs. She couldn't tell if he was simply ignorant as to how he came across, or if he knew what he was and he simply didn't care. That confusion alone was enough to snare Jimmie's full attention. She snorted, covering her eyes and shaking her head as she refrained from full peals of laughter - she was raised better than that. "You sound awful when you put it like that." And she snickered again, but she couldn't deny him, either. It made sense. She wouldn't tell him that, though.
At the top of the tower, Jimmie felt the harsh wind through the open archways. She crossed her arms, but stubbornly refused to complain. Instead, she focused all of her attention on Steve's impeccable persona. For a second, she assumed he would simply brush her off. She'd been joking about being a sociopath, but it was almost as if he considered it. She snickered, "Okay, maybe you've got a point." But, Jimmie didn't want to judge someone for that. Especially when it was something he couldn't control. But, then he said something so terribly human that her smile stuttered and dropped.
"Oh..." She breathed, her arms going loose at her sides. Jimmie didn't have any instant advice this time. She shifted from foot to foot, her eyes flickering away from his face as she huffed a breathy, nervous laugh and admitted. "You know my dad owns the biggest match-making company in Britain." Jimmie rolled her eyes, hating herself for admitting as such. It usually took far more for her to reveal such a thing, but he'd given her something and she wanted to even the playing field. "He literally sells love and I-" She drew in a deep breath, clicking her tongue as she pushed each syllable out as if it were painful. "I've never been in love before." Jimmie said this like it was an accomplishment. A triumph.
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Sept 29, 2019 21:10:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2019 21:10:30 GMT -7
▲ “Aren’t they though? I think that could be said for almost everyone. I’m entertaining you with my time, and telling you all about myself. And I’m entertained by your disbelief in me. But if you weren’t interested by what I had to say, you would have gone back to that common room place by now,” Steve countered back, his lips curling up in a smile. He wasn’t sure if she meant what she said. Absolutely nobody would stick around this long if they actually hated talking to him. Steve knew he could be a little insufferable at times with his antics, that was part of his nature, but giving him this amount of time just as an introduction to Hogwarts was completely new to him. Jimmie had no trouble calling him out on everything he said, or at the most giving her own two cents. Not pulling punches was admirable, but he knew she was entertained by him nonetheless. Steve shrugged his shoulders when she said he sounded awful with the picture he had painted about heartbreaks and the likes. It wasn’t his fault all those girls got clingy to him. Obviously he needed to be more careful when it came to things like that, but he wasn’t going out of his way to pull them in just to spit them out on the other side feeling rejected. He liked to flirt and liked others to know what he thought about them. Being too honest and letting people hear what they wanted clearly had repercussions that the Kolstad boy didn’t fully understand yet. That was all a part of growing up though, wasn’t it? “I don’t really enjoy having to drink it though. Like, I have to if I don’t want to be sick, but it’s not the best tasting stuff in the world. You’d think with that much iron in my body I wouldn’t be this pale, but hey, can’t win with everything.”He seemed to have caught her off guard with his insecurity, based on her reaction to his answer. It was a very real problem that he had heard other students complain about already, and that was only in the last twelve hours or so. Back home, with his normal education, he probably would have gone to a no-maj college or something. The situation would still be the same though, so while he didn’t know what he would be doing after Hogwarts the same could be said about what he’d study in college. That was two years away though, and thinking about that right now, when he hadn’t even been at Hogwarts for a whole day yet, was a waste of energy. Something would come to him eventually. “Sells love? Like potions? How on earth do you do that?” Steve said, surprised that there was such a thing in the magical world. Being so sequestered up in Canada had its negatives. While people thought he and Nora were odd for their half-vampire heritage, here Jimmie was telling him that her father literally matched people together so they’d be in love. Or something like that. “And I’ve never drank blood from the source,” he offered. “Or in love, but I think my comparison works better.” MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Nov 25, 2019 9:08:47 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Nov 25, 2019 9:08:47 GMT -7
HE HAD A POINT, JIMMIE KNEW IT AND SO DID Steve. That didn't mean that Jimmie appreciated it, though. So, she bolstered instead, straightening her spine as she countered. "Yes, but I'm nosy." Arms crossed with a careless shrug. "Plus, it's for the story," She lied, feeling mean as she squared her jaw in deception, adding fuel to the fire. "Not the pleasure of your company." At that she rolled her eyes so she didn't have to look at him. He was good company, and he told stories like they were fables around a green fire pit. But, he already knew his own worth. Jimmie did not wish to add to it.
"I can't imagine it would be," Jimmie said with a soft laugh, looking down at her shoe. "So it doesn't taste any better, you know..." She was infinitely curious, looking at him with a slight narrow to her pale blue eyes. "Because you are what you are?" She knew the answer, but it made no sense to her. "I've had papercuts, I know what blood tastes like- like licking metal." This was more of a thoughtful tangent. "I can't imagine stomaching more than a drop." Then again, she wasn't a vampire. Not even a half-vampire.
But, they were suddenly sharing and Jimmie felt exposed and maybe a little vulnerable. She didn't like talking about her dad's job. It meant she had to balance between defending him and vilifying his entire life's purpose. "No, not like that," She snapped, almost sounding agitated. "It's not false like a potion- well, it can be. All love can be false, but..." She sighed heavily, leaning against the wall with a faraway look in her eye. "He matches couples for money." It wrinkled her nose, the mere abstract concept a bitter pill in her mouth. "But it's just a chemical reaction in your brain and my dad can find it." Jimmie scratched behind her ear. "I'm never gonna fall in love." And she said this with a brutal finality, a little smile on her face.
Flickering her eyes to Steve, she pulled herself out of her reverie with a bit of reluctance. "Never?" She asked, pushing off of the wall with a bit of triumph. This interested her. "Why?" She was talking about drinking from the source, meaning somebody's vein. It intrigued her. "Are you afraid you'll kill them?" This, she felt, was a far better subject than her father's pesky little business.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2020 20:44:32 GMT -7
▲ Steve dramatically threw his hands over his heart and feigned pain in his chest. “The only thing that would hurt me more than that would be a stake to the heart,” he teased, though that was sort of a false fact about no-maj vampire stories. Anyone would be killed by a having a piece of wood shoved through their most vital organ. How nobody had ever considered that before was silly. “It sounds to me like we’re made for each other then. I talk a lot, and in turn people talk to me. And then I can regurgitate everything right back to you. Being a flirt does have its positives Jimmie, believe it or not.”So she sort of understood the concept of drinking blood, though not in the same quantities that he was forced to consume. If he had been a full blown vampire, he figured it would be a different story. Blood would actually satiate his hunger and thirst where other consumables would not. In his instance, it was more a factor to survive without being in excruciating pain all the time. “The best example I can offer is if you go melt down a bunch of blood pops, your kind not mine, and then drink a glass of it. You’ll have all the added sugar and candy stuff, but that’ll get you as close to it without having to drink the real thing.” Though why anyone would even want to test that was beyond him. A scientific experiment comparing the ingredients of the non-vampire kind and the ones he always got would be great for him but make any normal person’s skin crawl. It sounded like a great prank to pull too. Jimmie’s father’s business sounded intriguing, to say the least. This was the sort of thing he had missed out on by being stuck up in the wilderness of Canada. The stories Cameron had brought back to him and Nora every year were the same, and Steve could eat them up all day if given the chance. He was deprived of half of his genetic makeup. “So he’s like a dating app?” Steve asked, knowing that was the only comparison he could reasonably make without asking a million and one questions back in return. “Because I don’t have fangs,” he moved closer to her and pulled on his upper lip to show her, “See? We don’t get the fun stuff, like turning into a bat or fangs, but still have to drink blood and get nasty sunburns. Not exactly fun when you love the outdoors.” At least he still had the ultimate tools of his voice and hair, because aside from that he would be severely lacking when it came to awesome stuff. It would have been better to be one way or the other, instead of half and half, but it was what it was. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind trying it someday. It has to be better than the pouches they give us from the blood bank. That stuff is not good when you try to reheat it.”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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