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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
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Apr 2, 2018 8:26:44 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 2, 2018 8:26:44 GMT -7
THOUGH IT WAS ANOTHER SCHOOL YEAR, nothing was the same. It was quickly evident to Jimmie that nothing ever would be again at Hogwarts. Though the year before had been plagued by tragedy, the change for her sixth was different. The ripple suddenly reaching the halls, filled with a dozen different faces. And that wasn't just the first years. And it wasn't fear either, like before.
The destruction of Ilvermorny had been a tragedy. But, Jimmie failed to see any of that reflected in the faces of the new students. All bustling with excitement, dare she say hopeful? Though she wasn't thrilled to be sharing space with twice as many students as before, she didn't blame them. That was for the monsters responsible for the bombings and more. It curdled her stomach, made her simmer.
Feast fed, and new students house crowned, Jimmie's job was far from done. She had to usher first years and transfers alike to their new common room. She'd been appointed sixth year Prefect in the summer - thrilled for the opportunity of responsibility, but perhaps ill-suited. She retreated to her room when all was done, only to find a scripted, wax sealed letter on her pillow.
Jameson Hera Blishwick, appointed buddy to transfer student Steve Nigel Kolstad. Flipping the thick parchment over, nothing else was listed bar her new assignment. She began to sigh, a chest heavy thing when a though occurred to her. This would be a perfect opportunity to get the best scoop. An inside piece on Ilvermorny, what they knew, what it was like. That would certainly warrant a position on the school paper, she thought.
Parchment in hand, Jimmie took the stairs back down to the common room, sure to find 'Steve' there. And if not, be pointed in the correct direction. With surety, Jimmie stood among the masses of new and old Gryffindors, looked down at the parchment and called robustly, "Steve Kolstad?!" She paid very little attention to the fact that she'd practically yelled the boy's name across the room. Craning her neck above and around others to see if anybody had reacted beyond confusion. "Is there a Steve Kolstad here..?"
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Apr 3, 2018 22:12:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 22:12:52 GMT -7
Gryffindor. That was a strange name for a house. But it was one that he recognized as well, having run into what he assumed was now a housemate of his, over the summer. The way they did this sorting thing here made a lot of sense. Of course he would be placed in the house bent on bravery, though in his short time here, he could also tell that they were a wild and fun group of students. Nora had been placed there as well, so they were more than overjoyed to be teamed up for living situations and classes for the next two years. Their plan to goof around and pretend they weren’t siblings had flopped immediately once their names were called at the ceremony, which while unfortunate, was also a relief to Steve. That meant he would be free to peruse the Hogwarts girls as he pleased without having to pretend he had something going on with his twin sister. It was such an odd prank to pull, and probably would have done more damage than he would have wanted this early in the year. Even if it was going to be hilarious in the end.
As for the girls of Hogwarts, apparently the ones he had met over the summer during his various trips to Diagon Alley were only a taste of what was to come. He also had to add all of the American ones as well, who looked to bring their own ferocity and energy to their new school. While he had been hoping that only he and Nora would be the only transfers, it was starting to look like they were going to be lumped in with the Ilvermorny kids as well, having already been mistaken as veteran students of both the American school and Hogwarts already. The joke was on them though, because being Canadian, half-vampires, and home-schooled brought a whole new element to the table that he was sure the student bodies of both schools had never seen before. They just had to wait and see for now.
Steve eventually made his way to the Gryffindor common room, which he was briefly introduced to before being ushered up to his dorm room. That was to be shared with the other transfers and Hogwarts boys in his year. They all seemed like decent guys, hopefully meaning they wouldn’t get in his way of doing his own thing. After making sure all of his things were where they were supposed to be in the dorm, Steve headed back down to the common room in an attempt to find his sister and introduce himself to the other Gryffindors. There was already a crowd formed there when he arrived, and he made idle chit-chat with a few people as he walked through it. If the room had been any louder, he probably would have missed his name being called out. The first go at it was faint, coming from somewhere behind him, and more than likely reverberating off of the walls. Steve turned around regardless, trying to locate the source of the voice, hearing his name yelled out once again, this time from right in front of him, Steve spotted the girl shouting it. Her back was turned to him, so he strolled up behind her, tapping her shoulder a few times before stepping around in front. “I’m Steve,” he said, holding his hand out to her and flashing a toothy grin. Dang she was cute. “And whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?”
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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 5, 2018 8:31:57 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 5, 2018 8:31:57 GMT -7
WHILE STRAINING TO SEE IF HER ILVERMORNY buddy would somehow materialise in the crowd, Jimmie wasn't expecting to have her shoulder tapped from behind. A well of frustration immediately bubbled in her throat and she had just began to turn with a snapped 'what?!' when an unfamiliar boy slid in front of her. She stopped, parchment still in hand.
"Steve..." Jimmie voiced, more for her own verbal confirmation than anything else. She immediately gave him a cursory look over. The first ting she noted was that he was taller than her by at least five inches, though Jimmie wondered of his intricately styled mop of brown hair made him appear much taller than he actually was. She carefully acknowledged the fact that he was perhaps a little obnoxiously handsome, the kind of handsome that Jimmie was immediately suspicious of. And he was grinning at her. Who greeted themselves like that anymore? '...pleasure of speaking to'. She found it quite ridiculous.
Thrusting her hand out in front of him, all business, she said. "I'm Jimmie." It was best to get her abbreviated name out of the way before he got the impression she was a 'Jameson'. That was surely a way to sour her mood, especially if he'd received a note card of his own. The head's just didn't see the importance of officially changing her record, no matter how hard she appealed. She suspected her father had usurped her efforts by owl...
"I've been assigned as your buddy," She said, placing a hand on her hip and regarding him stoically. "I guess it means you can ask me questions, directions, stuff like that?" The initial sign up form hadn't said, but it was quite self-explanatory. She'd forgotten she'd signed up at all when the inquiry had came in the summer with her supply list. She'd thought it would be good for her image at the time.
"I have a few conditions, though..." Jimmie said with a lift of her finger, before pointing it forward as if to usher him through the crowd. "Walk with me." Politely excusing herself through gaggles of students and friends all catching up, she made way for a table near the fireplace. They'd have to sit down if she wanted to question him.
"Since I'll be helping you and all... I figure, why not help each other?" Jimmie knew that if you wanted to interview somebody, you needed their permission before you could print. "Questions for questions, sort of thing." She gave him a look over raised brows, as if challenging him to reject her proposal. When they arrived at the table, she pulled out a chair for him before he could. Somehow she got the impression he was the type to try and do it for her, and so she had beat him to it.
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Apr 25, 2018 18:54:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 18:54:59 GMT -7
The platinum blonde girl standing in front of him repeated his name, something that seemed to happen a lot with these Hogwarts girls. He couldn’t blame them though, even without his allurement, he still had the natural ability to draw them in. Or maybe it was something simpler than that, where his appearance wasn’t what she expected. Whatever it was, Steve didn’t care. He was too busy thinking of something witty to say. “Rolls off the tongue rather well, doesn’t it?” he grinned. The girl introduced herself as Jimmie, and his head tilted to the side as he processed it. That was certainly…an interesting name. Steve took her hand, shaking it firmly, exactly how his dad had taught him. A strong handshake and constant eye contact during a conversation were the keys to success and exhibiting his overflowing confidence, neither of which Steve viewed as bad things. “So is Jimmie short for something else?” he asked, no names he could think of coming to mind immediately. “Either way, definitely unique. Better than being a Steve,” he shrugged, letting go of her hand as she continued explaining why she had been calling his name.
Assigned his buddy? And that she would be there for him to ask questions, etcetera. That seemed like a solid deal, and it meant he could pick her mind and bug her about virtually everything. At least she seemed like the taking charge sort, instead of someone who was simply doing it because they were asked to. Before he could start asking those questions though, Jimmie posed some stipulations, asking him to walk with her, though it was more of him following as she led. Through the crowded common room they went, stopping at an empty table in the corner. She had added that since she was going to be helping him, he could apparently help her as well. A mutually beneficial relationship on day one of being at Hogwarts? He was totally down for that. “You go first then,” Steve offered, placing his hand on the back of the chair that she had pulled out for him. That was certainly a first. “Since it seems like you have a plan for the questions you’re going to be asking me, I’d hate to make you wait forever for the ones I might have.” That seemed fair to him, plus it would give him a small glimpse into what her thought process was.
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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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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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May 17, 2018 14:45:37 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on May 17, 2018 14:45:37 GMT -7
THE STRENGTH WITH WHICH HE RETURNED Jimmie's handshake was a good sign, she'd decided. As of late, Jimmie had been quite intent on conveying a professional demeanour with others, especially adults. She always felt a tinge of satisfaction when such efforts weren't ridiculed but respected. It was why she didn't immediately snap at his attempt at a witty retort. Though her nose did wrinkle in disbelief. When had the name 'Steve' ever rolled well off anything? Never mind a tongue. It was all sharp edges. The name of a vanilla flavoured accountant.
However, Jimmie's shoulders soon tensed. The handshake forgotten as she was asked, rather innocently, a question she was often asked. "No." She said with finality, perhaps a moment too late as she boiled with displeasure. "Just Jimmie." Though she supposed she sounded a little harsh, as he did stop to compliment her.
"I definitely prefer being a Jimmie," She replied reluctantly, though her lips did quirk slightly at one corner. "Though, I reckon I could pull off Steve with a little finessing." She flicked a thread of blonde hair over her shoulder with a confident upward tilt of her chin, cocking her hip slightly. But, she was back to business fairly quickly. Directing them through the throng of students toward an empty table. He hadn't immediately refused. A good sign, and consent to the interview as far as she was concerned.
With a firm nod, Jimmie smoothed the back of her robe against her legs as she sat down, scooting the chair in until she was cinched in tightly. From her pockets she retrieved a scroll of parchment and a self-inking quill. She was quite prepared. "That's smart," Jimmie agreed, more than happy to delay his questions in favour of her own.
"Now, first of all, welcome." She was suddenly the perfect guide, her previous scorn forgotten as she immediately delved in to the meat of her intentions. "I never had the pleasure of visiting Ilvermorny, but from what I hear it is a beautiful campus..." Her eyes cast downward quickly as she heard her words echoed back. "Was a beautiful campus." She licked her lips, pushing aside the twist in her gut. "I feel it's imperative that we provide the same comforts, so if you could just... begin by telling me a little about the school, the juicy details!" She looked up, twirling her quill between her fingers, large eyes staring expectantly as if his words held incredibly weight.
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May 27, 2018 16:42:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 27, 2018 16:42:30 GMT -7
Just Jimmie. Whatever she wished, he supposed. He had been there, done that with his own name, getting called Steven, Stephen, and any other combination of his name that was possibly out there. Being particular about what people called wasn’t wrong in the slightest, since it was your identity in the end. The only people he disliked when it came to names were the ones that preferred going by something so completely off the mark that it didn’t make any sense. Nicknames, middle names, or family names were one thing, but calling oneself something else altogether was ridiculous. There were enough crazy names out there that the world didn’t need another person being ridiculous about it. “You know what, I think you could,” Steve pondered at her thought of pulling his name off. Probably had to do with the fact that her name was already so close to a common male name that going to Steve didn’t seem like a huge leap.
The interview was ready to begin though, as he settled in his seat. Nodding his head in thanks as she welcomed him, Steve crossed one leg over the other, holding it in place with his hands. Jimmie’s first question was not the kind he thought it would be though; it focused on Ilvermorny and his life while there. Now that, was an interesting question indeed. Steve had two options he could choose from: go along with it and pretend that he was another student from Ilvermorny, or admit right off the bat that he wasn’t one, and just happened to move here at the same time they did. Even with only two choices, there were so many possibilities from both. “Sure was a beautiful campus,” Steve forced out a deep sigh, as if he was remembering fond memories. Trying to hide his giddiness of pulling a fast one on her was going to be tough. Hopefully she hadn’t interviewed anyone else about the American school yet, then the jig would be up. “Well, there are four houses like the ones here,” he began, drawing from the little knowledge he knew of the school. “But from what I remember, the sorting ceremony wasn’t nearly as elaborate as yours is.” Briefly clearing his throat, he continued, “As for juicy details, are we talking drama about other students or like, how the school was ran?” That was going to be difficult either way, but posing the question would buy him a little more time. The only way this could be screwed up was if she caught him making things up, his slight accent slipped out (which had already happened when he said ‘about’ in the previous question), or if Nora decided whatever she was doing was too boring and pounced on the chance to embarrass him in front of Jimmie.
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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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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Jun 10, 2018 15:34:04 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jun 10, 2018 15:34:04 GMT -7
JIMMIE WAS EXTREMELY EXPECTANT. SHE'D ALWAYS known she'd had something of a 'stare'. Mildly intimidating, piercing even. And she felt no guilt at all as she looked sharply at Steve, cutting straight to the chase. She looked down when he finally spoke, settled in place. Her hand scribbled like mad, abbreviations of what he said. She hummed happily along.
"I'll be honest," She said, brushing the side of hr cheek with her quills soft feather. "That's a little shallow for me, Steve." Rolling back her shoulders she pursed her lips. "I need more than that, is it more modern? Or perhaps smaller?" Beautiful was too simple for Jimmie, she wanted something to compare. Hogwarts was haunting, old. It cut up from the earth like a decrepit, old mans hand. Jimmie wanted to know how they differed.
"Four houses, interesting." She scribbled that down. "What were they called, and their significance?" She knew briefly that one was Wudgie, or Pug. Something Bird. The barest essentials from past reading. "More elaborate?" Jimmie set her quill down momentarily, looking up with gently narrowed eyes. "Than... a hat?" To be sure, their method was eccentric, but it was simple. More than once Jimmie had overhead someone snort, or comment on its oddity at the Great Feast. While eavesdropping, of course. Jimmie felt a brush of suspicion tickle the back of her neck.
Drama was a famed favourite topic for Jimmie. And, it made for the best writing. But, it was always a difficult question to broach. Steve seemed intent on being thorough, or so Jimmie thought. She tilted her head in thought. "Both would be helpful," She explained, a finger absently tapping the tabletop. "But, we'll start with the second one."
Running her teeth over her top lip she plucked her quill back up, braced for writing. "Did you find it to be a rigid regime, or was it quite lax. I've heard the uniforms lacked house distinctions?" Shrugging her shoulders, Jimmie looked up under her lashes as she pressed the tip of her quill down. "Just... tell me your first thoughts about moving. It doesn't have to be... impersonal. I can use quotes, too." Jimmie thought she saw a bit of discomfort in his eyes, and maybe for a second she felt guilty about singling him out. It didn't stop her, though.
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Jun 19, 2018 21:16:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 21:16:45 GMT -7
Details, details. Jimmie here was pretty darn serious about her questions, and the deeper they went into the life and lore of Ilvermorny, the more Steve knew he was going to struggle with responses. Creativity wasn’t his strongest skill, but he could embellish little things like no other. From the way the blonde was asking, he could easily skirt around the more vague ones with equally vague answers, but some, like what the four houses of the American school were, he would have to omit entirely. Working the system and her need to ask a million questions at once looked to be benefiting him fairly well. “I haven’t been able to explore the castle here yet, but I’d have to say this is definitely larger. Grounds included. I’m assuming there are a lot of unused classrooms and corridors? Being able to move around without running into someone every step of the way would be awesome.” Steve let out an embellished sigh, knowing that his own question would elicit a response back from his new companion, thus possibly allowing him to avoid another line of fibbing about the size of the schools. Comparing size never worked well in his experience, and that went for virtually everything. People always ended up disappointed and underwhelmed when expectations were built up too much.
Deciding to completely ignore the houses because he only knew of one, Thunderbird, he jumped straight onto the sorting process. “Of course the hat is more elaborate. Like, that’s strange, you know? I’d rather be told where I’m going to be living for the next seven years over the decision making of a beat up old hat. That thing has definitely seen better days. And it had the gall to put me in this house with my sister. She definitely asked it to do that when it was her turn.” Throwing Nora under the bus like that was perfect, and once again, would get the questions flowing about her and the rest of his family. He could envision Jimmie approaching her after they were finished, and Nora being able to back him up completely without even knowing how he had answered. It was just a twin thing, he supposed. “Again, I don’t know much about Hogwarts, but I think it’s safe to say that the classes are run similarly. You have your practical ones like Potions, and then lecture based like History of Magic. Ilvermorny focuses more on American magical history, so I’m not sure if you ever get into that here. I’ve heard that a few professors came over as well, but I still don’t know which ones. Go figure,” he shrugged. “Uniforms are whatever. Can’t love them, can’t hate them. I do like these red ties though. Pretty fancy,” he said, pulling his own up to observe it once again. That was true, he did enjoy the way the robes and house colors were attached to them. Ilvermorny sounded so bland from the way Jimmie was asking her questions. No wonder his parents decided to keep him and Nora away from there.
“Moving? Kind of had to, or else I’d be going to Durmstrang right now.” That would have been absolutely lovely. Realizing that he would have to elaborate on the Durmstrang bit, he continued. “Dad is from Norway and has family ties in Durmstrang. Not sure if that’s any safer than here or home though.” Well, fake home wasn’t safe. Canada was pretty solid still though, and being homeschooled only had one flaw: a lack of girls to date. There were only so many neighboring witches his age, and word got around too fast. And the muggle girls? Well, he didn’t want to get into that. “I do have a question though. Are there any students that are vampires? Or half-vampires even?” Since he couldn’t be unique as one of the only transfers from North America, all he had left going was his vampirism. Hopefully there weren’t any other ones.
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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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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Jun 29, 2018 16:14:08 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jun 29, 2018 16:14:08 GMT -7
JIMMIE WAS STILL WORKING ON HER penmanship, as it turned out writing an interview took some serious wrist action. But, Steve seemed to ruminate long enough on each answer that she had time to bullet point before he decided what to say next. At least he was cooperating though, so she wasn't about to start making complaints just yet. In the end, though, it always came right back around to Hogwarts.
"I... guess?" She said with a short shrug, her face screwed up. "I mean, not so much now, with you guys filling up all the space in between." She was still a little miffed about having a new roommate in an already overcrowded dormitory, but she wasn't about to start slinging complaints. "So Ilvermorny was small, then?" She asked, pushing the topic back to where she wanted it.
Jimmie's eyes narrowed slightly, lifting her head from her parchment so she could look at Steve strangely. Was he... ranting about his sorting? Jimmie couldn't tell, and she usually loved a good bit of sibling rivalry but not right now. Now was serious. She wanted a think piece, not a soap opera. Nor was she an agony aunt. "I don't think the hat takes requests for spite," Jimmie retorted, her mouth quirked sourly.
But, she couldn't help herself, her mind began creeping toward its hopeless curiosity. "But like... is she older or something?" She caved, tickling her chin with her quills feather. "I see a lotta siblings get placed together..." Though she didn't have any to personally confirm. Soon enough her attention was drawn back to hand and she scribbled each little titbit down for future reference, the subject of American magical history interested her the most. "Do you know any specific professors set to make the transfer?" She asked curiously. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could approach them early for a few quotes.
Durmstrang was a different topic all together, and Jimmie wondered why they'd decided on Hogwarts in the end. But, it strayed too much from where she wanted her piece to be so she didn't ask for him to elaborate. Plus, she was running out of paper. "I don't think anywhere is totally safe right now," Jimmie admitted, her lips pursing together. It was true. They were trying times, but it didn't stop her from doing anything. Not yet.
Jimmie's full attention was stolen however, when Steve mentioned vampires. Her head flipped up, quill setting down instinctively. "Why... do you have a fetish or something?" She joked sarcastically, but her eyes were searching his face. She wasn't dumb, she knew what he was getting at. Suddenly, lil' old Steve was infinitely more interesting.
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Jul 14, 2018 22:50:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 22:50:17 GMT -7
It was strange, being lumped in with all of the Ilvermorny students. Then again, he wouldn’t be having this conversation with Jimmie if they weren’t along for the ride as well. So far they were useful, and he was able to blend in with them for the time being, though if her line of questioning continued over the course of the next few days, a trip to the library and the section on the American school would be necessary. Barely skating by with vague answers was easy to do now because of the way he had been playing them off, but there was no way to tell if it would stay like that forever. “Smaller than Hogwarts, yes.” The real question was why Hogwarts needed a giant castle for a school if they couldn’t fill it with the students they had. Obviously it worked now, with two entire schools worth of students and a couple of Canadians to boot.
Steve raised his hands in an over exaggerated shrug in regards to the sorting hat. How was he supposed to know what it could and could not do? Assuming Nora had some sway over the thing was pretty easy for him to do. Maybe it could succumb to their charm like humans did. Magic was fickle, and imbuing a hat with it to talk and place children in various school houses was absurd enough as it was. The potential for vampires to tell it what they wanted it to do wasn’t far off. That or Jimmie was right and it liked placing siblings together. Either worked for him. “Twin. She’s somewhere in that mess over there,” Steve tossed his thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crowd they had escaped from. “Probably trying to make friends already. So many new people to do that with.” Two entire schools worth of kids their age that they had never met before, and who came from wildly different backgrounds and cultures from them. He was amazed that he hadn’t been overwhelmed by it yet, the abundance of cute girls keeping him afloat still.
“Wouldn’t be able to tell you. Wasn’t exactly paying attention during the speeches from them. Is dinner always like that? Because that spread is impressive…” With their school in their home town, dinner was home cooked, still paling in comparison to what Hogwarts slapped together. If dinner was impressive, then what about breakfast and lunch? Not to mention the amount of food they would need to feed all the students. He would be able to get seconds or thirds of every meal, every day of the week. Hogwarts was basically a food paradise. Brought back down to Earth from his food nirvana, Steve put on his best serious face to respond to Jimmie’s statement. “Suppose not. And that’s why we’re all here.”
Oh the game he could play right now. This was by far the highlight of the interview. His mind was racing, trying to make a decision on how to answer her. If he wanted to be creepy, he would go along with the vampire fetish she offered up. That would be a first for him. The other choice was to outright admit what he was, giving him the potential to start leading the questions from his Ilvermorny knowledge (or lack of) and to what it was like to be a child of the night. “Sort of,” he answered, maintaining silence for a few seconds to let it set in. “I am one. Or half of one, rather. Dad made sure we got his human, and Mom gave us all of the fun stuff.” Except the bat transformation and fangs. Sixteen years later and he was still bummed out about not having either of them. Hell, he would drink blood daily if he could get them, and that was saying a lot coming from him.
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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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Jul 30, 2018 6:59:24 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jul 30, 2018 6:59:24 GMT -7
THOUGH STEVE SURE TALKED AN AWFUL LOT Jimmie felt more and more like she wasn't getting anything. At least, nothing she hadn't heard a million times over the summer. With a scattering of barely there details. She felt her own pride fill in the gaps, though. Steve just wasn't a born reporter, like she was. Steve didn't know he was going to be interrogated, like she did. That didn't mean she wasn't a little bit frustrated. Though she wasn't impervious to the draw of gossip.
"Twin?" Jimmie asked, sitting up on the edge of her seat slightly as she craned her neck. "Do you look alike?" She asked, as she sat back down. Though her breath caught slightly as a thought occurred to her. "Maybe I could get a duel account, do you think she would help?" Jimmie was already turning slightly in her chair, as if to get up.
Jimmie was entirely uninterested when it came to the spread of food. So typical for her that it didn't even raise a brow. "I guess?" She shrugged, sitting back in place. "The kitchen elves are pretty good at their job." Drumming her fingers on her paper, Jimmie frowned. "Didn't they have feasts at Ilvermorny?" She was sure they must. It wasn't a British thing to eat well, surely. She'd never heard that rumour before.
Alas, talk of vampires drew Jimmie away from her mild suspicion. Her easily led mind tugged to more interesting waters. She found herself unintentionally leaning forward as Steve drew out his reply. Whatever he was playing, it worked. "You're..?" Jimmie's eyes widened, her mouth parting as she leaned on her crossed arms, wrinkling her forgotten parchment. "That's.. bloody marvellous!" She sat back down, her mind running over the possibilities. Everybody and their grandmother would be expecting a piece on the transfers. But, what about a half-vampire? She found that infinitely more interesting.
Her hand reached over the table swiftly and she grabbed at his arm insistently, a serious look on her face. "I'd like to know all about that, please."
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Aug 19, 2018 19:58:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2018 19:58:46 GMT -7
The first part of his diversion seemed to work. Jimmie was interested in Nora now, and that would only help bolster the answers he had been giving the girl. That was, assuming Nora would play along. She usually did, but the ability to embarrass him in front of a cute girl like Jimmie was something he could see her doing. “I wouldn’t say we’re that similar in features. She’s a lot smaller than I am. Has more of a wild look to her. All those years out in the woods did a number on her…” Steve trailed off, only to have a pang of fear shoot through him as he realized what he had just said. That was sure to bring more questions out of Jimmie. Now he was going to have to lie about where he was from in the United States. He mentally kicked himself as he turned to the blonde’s second question, “She might. Though getting her to sit down and answer questions might be tough. And there’s the chance she says the same things as me. Twin mind connections, or whatever, you know?” Unless Nora got cornered like he was right now. She was more of a fighter though, so having that happen to her would only spell doom for poor Jimmie. He would pay money to see that go down though.
“No, no. They have feasts,” Steve paused, scratching his chin to make it look like he was thinking about some impressive American meal at the school he had never actually gone to. “But like, you guys have foods I’ve never had, and with all of us here too, that’s more food than I’ve ever seen. Make sense?” That was only logical. More students, more food. He was sure that the Hogwarts were the same way, unless that was really how much they were fed every night. If so, he wanted to know what sort of work-out regimens they were all on. If he didn’t have the thinning of a vampire, he would be running a marathon a day simply to cut the calories intake in half.
He gave Jimmie a toothy grin when she reacted to him being a half-vampire. If only he had those dang fangs. They would have been perfect for right now. There had been a discussion with Nora prior to coming to school about whether or not they should buy a few pairs of the fake plastic fangs. Their dad overheard it, and the look he shot in their direction said enough. “Well I’d love to tell you all about it,” he said as she grabbed onto his arm. “Anywhere less crowded than here though? I’d hate to be bombarded by a billion other interested folks the second I drop the V-word,” Steve whispered as he leaned across the table and placed his free hand over hers. Talking about himself would surely get Jimmie off of the Ilvermorny discussion too, he was sure of it, even if it was only for a few minutes. There wasn’t a whole lot half-vampires had to show, but he was sure he could come up with a few things before she asked more questions.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
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Aug 26, 2018 17:51:10 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Aug 26, 2018 17:51:10 GMT -7
JIMMIE'S CURIOSITY ABOUT STEVE'S SISTER WAS obvious. She made no show of trying to hide it. However, when he mentioned the woods, at first Jimmie snorted. It was a joke, clearly. But, when her eyes instinctively caught his, she saw the slight widening. His expression showing no trace of humour. "The woods?" She questioned, a smirk on her face. "What is she, the Sasquatch?" She shook her head slightly before whispering conspiratorially, "Bigfoot?" He was a strange boy. Shrugging, though, Jimmie would not be deterred.
"It'd still be cool to talk, maybe." She added, already thinking about cornering this Nora girl some other time. Though, she didn't tell Steve that. Pretending to let her mind drift as she settled back in to her seat. Letting the subject drift with her. Instead, she scribbled more about the meals at Ilvermorny. Nodding along as she ducked her head. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Still not the most juiciest of subjects, but every detail mattered, she figured. "Can you name any examples?"
However, all was soon forgotten as they reached the meat. Jimmie, her attention easily led, soon abandoned her papers to lean closer. He was grinning fiendishly and perhaps she would have been quick to call him a liar. But, no, something about that smile told her he was telling the truth. It was definitely... vampire-ish. "Sure." She said, looking down at where he covered her hand with a slight frown, but too interested to snatch it away. She was playing nice.
"Do you wanna go now?" Jimmie said eagerly, already letting go of his arm to gather up her papers. "I've never met a va-" She pressed her lips together, her eyes casting around in case somebody saw her, he'd wanted discretion after all. "At least, I don't think I have." She muttered casually, her cheeks a little red as she clutched her parchment to her chest. "We could go for a walk?"
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Sept 2, 2018 23:57:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2018 23:57:43 GMT -7
“Please,” Steve waved his hand in a frivolous manner. “That’s my Great Uncle Joe. But he has a hair condition and doesn’t take kindly to being called Sasquatch. And definitely not Bigfoot.” He was joking of course. Great Uncle Joe had died years ago while trying to locate a supposed village of Yetis in the Yukon Territory. His dog Lucky had come back with a limp, dragging his leash behind him, Uncle Joe’s hand still attached to the handle. That had been one of the most awkward family funerals ever, considering it was an open casket with only a hand inside. Steve still wasn’t sure why the funeral home had allowed that. “No it’s more her hair is everywhere and she’s more about physical action than verbal.” But that didn’t mean Nora couldn’t talk someone’s ear off either. Sometimes Steve thought she was better at that than she was at being a vampire.
Good god she wanted examples of the food Ilvermorny normally had? “Uhh you know, chicken roasts, barbecue, hot dogs….those sorts of things.” American things. Steve had no idea how much more specific he was going to need to get with Jimmie here. The sooner he got her on the subject of vampires, the better. That was infinitely more interesting than talking about a dusty school. Thankfully his insistence to move somewhere more private to discuss that worked, and he nodded his head as she asked if he wanted to leave now.
She let go of his arm as she grabbed the rest of her things and Steve stood up from his chair, almost pressing his finger to his lips for her to be quiet when she started to say vampire. Jimmie was smart though, he could tell, and she stopped herself short of saying it out loud. “You never know. I bet there are more with ancestry than are willing to admit it. Once you get passed half there really isn’t much left to show off.” That was the truth. He had met a quarter-vampire once, and the guy was basically just a super athlete who happened to tan quickly and didn’t have to drink blood. What a life that would be. “A walk works for me,” he smiled. “Can you lead? Still haven’t figured out these hallways 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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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Sept 8, 2018 16:03:38 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Sept 8, 2018 16:03:38 GMT -7
THOUGH JIMMIE WAS TRYING TO BE SERIOUS she couldn't help the burst of laughter that erupted from her when Steve mentioned his Uncle Joe. Her nose wrinkling, mouth pinched so that she blew a raspberry before giving in and dropping her head. "Oh, poor uncle Joey." She gasped, still snickering in to her parchment as she gathered herself, affecting a look of sobriety when she looked at him again. She didn't hear when he mentioned more about his sister, too busy thinking about his uncle Joe and wondering... was he serious? It wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd ever heard, but it might have been one of the funniest.
Back to reality, Jimmie mindlessly scribbled down the list of foods he'd offered up but it still didn't have the same kind of bite that she wanted. She'd wanted a story worth reading and Steve hadn't given her that. She thought maybe his sister could but that was sorely up for debate. But, there was no such thing as quitting this time around. Jimmie was too stubborn and too invested in her choice to be a journalist to risk abandoning an entire story. She just needed... more.
Vampires, now that was certainly more. Though not in the vein of where she'd been hoping, it still grabbed her attention and Steve seemed all too happy to indulge her. She gathered her things shamelessly quick, clutched to her chest like pearls as she rounded the table, all seriousness. "I'll... have to check that out." The Blishwick's had always been purebloods, Jimmie thought. Or, at least the active members were happy to boast as much. That was why so many pureblood families looked to them to arrange their matches. It was all lucrative, really. Jimmie would much prefer a little bite in their blood.
With a sharp nod, Jimmie reached over and snagged the arm of Steve's robes. One hand clutching her things, the other clutching Steve, she pulled them through the gathering of students toward the common rooms exit. That way, at least, she could give him a rough tour to fulfil her duty as a guide and learn more about half vampires. Out in the hallway, it was much quieter. The noise locked away as the door banged shut behind them. She let go of his arm when it did.
"We'll go up," She ordered, nodding to herself as they took the spiralling staircase up the tower where the Gryffindor common room was home, toward where they studied Astronomy and Divination. Just the firelight from the odd wall mount lighting their way as night drew in. "Are you stronger at night?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at Steve as she slowed slightly. No hurry, after all.
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