Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair smirked when Simon said that he liked his meat Rare, mainly because she knew that Izzy would have some kind of rude retort about it.
but the grouchy Slytherin girl just nodded and stalked off, Clair looked back at the Alpine goats, too stalky? nah!
"Are you scared Mister? of itty bitty goaties?" she sat down on her behind and called Janet ti come over, the little goat did this and Clair pulled Simon down, "get down here! I'm gonna make you love goats by the end of your stay!"
Janet was now chewing on Clair's shirt, the Ravenclaw girl pulled her shirt for the Goats mouth.
"Janet! Don't you dare bite me little missy!" she giggled and looked over at Simon,
"Cinnamon is eating your shirt sleeve." she said laughing a little.
Cinnamon was a cute goats sure, with her small horns that bent at the end, and her cinnamon coloured fur, but she was also a bit of a brat!
the goats were walking around happily, this was a treat for them, one that they would be happy to get!
Clair got up and grabbed two collars from the rack,
"Wanna walk a goat?" she asked clipping a collar around a Silver and brown Doe,
she tossed Simon the other collar,
"Choose a goat any goat!"
(wc 220)
@Simon Kincaid

Walk a goat? He was pretty sure that was what she was going for when she grabbed some of the collars from a shelf and saw her clip one around one of the goat's neck. "Walk a goat?" he repeated her. Simon had never even walked a DOG! He glanced around at the goats, wandering here and wandering there. Oy. Maybe they were just like big dogs.

He was about to ask for help on which goat to choose but he was pretty sure that Clair would delight in him having a difficult goat so he decided he would go with the one that chose him. "Well, Cinnamon chose me. She must like me," he said. That same cinnamon colored goat was still at his heels and was right there for Simon to slip the collar on. Easy enough. He didn't have to feel bad either because the others seemed happy to roam about the barn.

"Alright, lead the way," he said, pulling his hood up around his head because he figured that walking the goats meant actually moving from one destination to another, meaning leaving the barn, meaning back out in the sun. ...He wouldn't want to melt on poor Clair.

"Miss Cinnamon and I are ready for our evening stroll, kind soul."

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Clair felt like laughing when Simon chose Cinnamon, she was the last goat you would ever want to walk.
this goat was the worst goat ever for walking.
she smiled at Simon and felt like she should say something, but the goat decided to say it for Clair, Cinnamon jumped up and then rolled on her side, this was that goat's famous move, and it normally ended with your foot hurting.
"Umm yeah, you might want to take Minga" Clair pointed to a Black and white doe who was standing chewing her cud.
"Cinnamon is a bit of a butthead." for once Clair decided to be nice and not tease Simon, the poor city boy would get enough pain with the chickens!
she tied her goat to a pole and then started to heard the rest of the goats back into their pens,
they all ran inside save the little Buck Kid who was not wanting to behave, he kept running around trying to get away from Clair, so Clair getting tired from not chasing goats for a while decided to trick the little Kid.
she sat down and pulled out a treat, the kid came up and started to eat the treats, then Clair grabbed his body and pulled him into her arms, setting him in the cage she looked back at Simon,
"That Kid is the o e who's name Is BRAT!" she laughed softly "Ready to go?"
(wc 241)
@Simon Kincaid

He looked over at Minga who just looked back at him. Chew. Chew. Chew. He watched her. Chew. Chew. Chew. Simon looked back to Cinnamon, then to Minga. "You like walks?" he asked Minga. She looked unamused. Chew. Chew. Chew. Meanwhile, Cinnamon who was still on the collar was slowly prancing around, as if trying to tell Simon "I'M READY!"

Simon looked back to Clair. "Miss Cinnamon and I are ready for our evening stroll, kind soul," he repeated. "Lead the way," and he gave Minga a pat on the head before turning to Clair. Decision made. Decision set.

He looked over to the ginger goat and gave her a pat on the head too, not wanting her to feel left out. After all, she was his main squeeze right now. "You know, I do always seem to get distracted by the redheads even though my aunt always sticks by the fact that she thinks I have a thing for blondes." He glanced up to Clair, realizing how odd the statement was at the moment because they were talking about goats and that's not REALLY what he meant. He just meant how he had chosen Cinnamon and not like there was any WEIRD ROMANTIC sort of thing going on. Nope, not his thing.

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clair shrugged, "Your choice, but that goat is a pain."
she opened the doors of the barn and led her goat out, light hit her face, "Oof my eyes!" she groaned covering her blue eyes with her hand, along with the light there came snow, the snow was cold a d wet, Clair groaned, snow was annoying.
she looked back at Simon, "Well, I guess you can't melt today Mister Simon, oh sorry Mister Fluffy Button."
she smiled at him, her Doe, Silver Penny, started to chew at her leg,
'Nah Miss Goat!" she said pushing the goat away.
she looked over at Simon, "Do you find that after being at Hogwarts for so long it's odd to be home? I keep calling my Mum 'Ma'am'!" she giggled a little,
"Izzy seems to hate it, and Belle well she is done Hogwarts, so she never has that problem any more." Chew Chew, Clair looked down, her jeans now had a new hole in them,
"You little brat!" she said pulling her pants out the little beast's jaws,
"Mine, if I wanted you to eat it I would feed them to you!" she said smiling a little, she started to walk, the goat beside her.
(Wc 205)
@Simon Kincaid

"I won't let her talk to you like that," he whispered to the goat. "You chose me. We've got this girl, we've got this." The doors opened and the bright light came seeping through. Blinding light. It didn't help that in lower light situations like the barn, his pupils had probably dilated even more so than regular and then the snow outside just reflected that white light everywhere. Simon reached into the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and pulled out some sunglasses that he had used on the train ride in. Now Simon couldn't just put them on regularly, he had to try and glide them on and give a sort of head tilt after doing so. Cool.

He gave Cinnamon another pat on the head because at least she wasn't trying to eat him like Clair's goat was. "Yeah, I used to be homesick for London when at Hogwarts but now I'm homesick for Hogwarts when back home. Kind of craz-y because I don't plan on being a professor so someday I'm going to have to say my farewells to the castle. I plan to enjoy it as much as I can while I'm there." And he had so far. He had lots of great memories and he was only in his second year.

"I guess the book was right," he said in reference to that childhood book he had referenced before. Gregory the Terrible Eater - where his parents wanted him to eat things like cans and tires, shirts and pants. There Clair's goat was eating her pants. Simon slipped his hands into his pockets once more, this time pulling out a lemon drop and he held it flat out for Cinnamon. She took her slobbery lips and grabbed it from him. Crunch crunch crunch.

"Have you given it any thought? As to what you want to do after Hogwarts?" Clair was only in her First Year and he in his Second so they still had plenty of time to figure it out. "I don't know, but I think I might still want to live in the London area."

Clair looked at Simon, watching as he slid on the sun glasses like a cool kid in the muggle movies she had watched.
laughing she watched him, as he talked about missing the castle too.
when he asked what she wanted to do Clair thought for a moment,
"Well, I would love to work in the magic field, maybe even marry a Man who works in the magic field, I really want to raise my family and not have to hide my magic." she thought for a moment,
"So I guess I would like to be a Nurse at St Mungos." pausing she tried to think of other jobs "I would be an Amour but I would need better grades, so far I have only got good grades in Charms, which I got E's and one O, I've gotten a few O's and E's in other classes too."
she paused, "C'mon Penny!" she said as the goat stopped to pee, "Oh yeah do you still have to jse the washroom?" she asked looking back at Simon, "I can show you the bathroom when we finish walking the goats." that was when she got the idea, to further the prank; Their family had an old out house that was full of spiders and mice.
"It is a really nice bathroom, the best one in all of the farms around here."
(Wc 230)
@Simon Kincaid

"I mean, working with dragons would be amazing," Simon said as he thought about it. "I mean, know absolutely nothing about the profession of working with dragons but I just know that those people in such a profession get to work with DRAGONS. Dragons, Clair." Cinnamon stopped walking. Dead stop. No go. No move.

"You know, back in London we have washrooms in our homes. INSIDE," he looked over to Clair as he tugged on the goat trying to get her to move.
"Yes, Cinnamon. You're cool too, but dragons. Even you have to admit that's mindblowingly awesome." The goat just stood there, staring at him. "Fine. Don't admit it, but I know it's true and I know you know it's true," he pointed to the goat. It let it out a sort of gruff noise.

"Cinnamon, I'm sorry that my life's aspirations aren't to be around goats my whole life but you've GOT to admit that you're not making it very easy." Yes, he was arguing with a goat which wasn't his intentions but she was moody and made it easy. He tugged some more. Nope. Moved to the side and tugged. Nope. Acted as if he was going to start walking and thought maybe she'd pick up cue and walk along. Nope. Placed his hand on her back hidequarter and tried to push...

Maybe not his best idea. Clair DID warn him about kicking animals.

"hmmmm, Dragons?" Clair said, "I am not sure, all you seem to be doing is working on Drag'en that little beasty goat!" She said, with a I-Told-You-So look on her face.
Clair smirked "oh sure, but out here, we are cooler. We like to put ours outside."
Clair watched as Simon fought with the goat, she felt like saying something, but then again... Why not let him learn? He could shower later in side the house in her indoor bathroom that Simon did not know was even there.
Clair watched as Simon tried everything, he even tried pushing her.
"Ok, watch what I do so you don't kill the thing." She said laughing, knowing that Cinnamon was about to spit on Simon.
"take your finger, and poke it u der her tail in that gap, like this."
She reached down on her own goat and stuck her finger just under the goat's tail, pushing just a little, the goat jumped forward, Clair patted the animal on the head,
"ever shown a goat? Ok silly question, let me ask have you ever shown a animal? Of any kind?"
She took the goat's collar in one hand, then with the other she moved the goat's feet so that they were square, then she took two fingers and pinched Penny's back, making the goat.s back go down a little.
"this is the show pose for a dairy goat." She said watching Simon.
(Wc 240)
@Simon Kincaid

Simon smirked a little at Clair's 'dragon' joke and look to Cinnamon. He didn't want to poke or prod her. Clair then asked if he had ever shown a goat and he gave her a peculiar look. Of course not. Any other animal? "Clair, my friend Gabe, back in London, he has a cat. Usually that cat is off by itself. Seldomly he'll want to rub against your leg, and more often if he comes to you, he wants to do a sneak attack. That is my entire experience when it comes to animals."

Well, he had been to the zoo. So there was that. He had SEEN animals, but if he was talking about actually being around animals, well that was it. He never even so much had a goldfish growing up. There were houseplants, but he didn't name them.

"It's very impressive. I think if I were to show a goat, it would be more like a London fashion show catwalk." He tugged at an angle gently on the collar and Cinnamon began to walk and so he walked with her, next to her, as he strutted along, tilting his head here and there and pulled down his sunglasses at one point as he flashed a smile. "See? Cinnamon and I make showings look good."

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