Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair watched as Simon pranced around, she smirked.
"Ok, I'll be the critic that is at every show. First, sun glasses are forbidden, you could be cheering when wearing them. Err, ok, stop and set her up, make sure to show her whole body off. The judge don't care about you, they care about goats." She smirked at him,
"Make eye contact, hold Cinnamon's head up-" she took a step away from her goat, who was standing there chewing on Clair's leg, "You beast! I'm not yummy!" She said turning back to Simon she cleared her thought, "And remember, while Goats can't kick they can spit, their spit is wet and stinky, another words; it's not pleasant to be covered in it." She took a breath, trying to remember if she was missing anything else, "Oh yeah, put some treats in your pocket, that goat happens to be a treat hog." She handed Simon about 30 treats, "Like she will knock you over for treats." She added looking at Cinnamon who was standing looking at Clair like a angel.
Clair smiled and shook her head, "What a goat you ate Miss Cinna." She sighed stepping back, "Ok try again, remember what I told you." She said, hop in he knew what she meant, about the treats and Cinnamon.
(Wc 219)
@Simon Kincaid

"Oh, I remember what you told me, alright. It was quite horrific and very, very mean," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "Sunglasses forbidden. Show off her whole body... SHE IS NOT A PIECE OF MEAT! She is a wonderful little goat, aren't you Cinnamon? They're trying to objectify you, honey," and he gave the goat one of the treats which she happily accepted. "And they don't care about me, just the goat. I'm an individual too, you know. We're a TEAM!"

He brought his hand out to Cimmanon to 'fist bump' her but her to use her head but she was a goat so of course she had no idea what he was doing. She raised her head to sniff at his hand to see if there was another treat in it. Food whore.

"Besides, Cinnamon doesn't need a judge to tell her she's beautiful. She already knows it. Have you seen the way she struts along? A goat can't deny when she's got it going on." And now Cinnamon was sniffing along his shirt to the pocket where the treats were and trying to nibble at the clothing. "Girl, they're all for you. All for you. No need to have them all at once. Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins and I will not partake in it."

He gave her one more and than began to lead her around, sunglasses still on. "We refuse to participate in your goat show, missy," he said to Clair. Plus, he really didn't want to take the sunglasses off. The sun would probably hurt far too much.

Clair watched as Simon strutted along, laughing when he said that Cinnamon was not a piece of meat,
"No, I agree she is not meat, but in a show the goat is the main thing, I don't totally agree with it but that is the rules, and rules are rules, sadly."
She took in a deep breath and that was when she smelled Steak, the mouth watering smell of steak, looking at her watch she noticed that it was quarter to six, diner would be soon!
"Oh! We better get the goats away, diner will be soon!'' she turned and led Simon back to the barn, she went in and let Penny off the lead and into the stall,
"Do you like steak? If you want, I can get one out of the fridge and make it so it is just warm but not cooked, I've never fed a dhampir before, can you eat garlic?" She looked at him with a curious face, "Is that a myth? Or is it true?"
After the goats were away Clair led Simon out, soon it would be dark, and then se could take Simon outside and he could keep his glasses off, if he wanted.
She took off her barn boots and changed into winter boots that did not have muck all over them,
"remember to change your foot wear!" She said, then after all footwear was fixed she led Simon into her house.
(wc 242)
@Simon Kincaid

"Uh, I don't particularly like garlic," he stated to his friend but shrugged. If he was honest, he really didn't like anything. That's just how he had always been.

Simon carefully changed back into his blue tennis shoes and gave the last treat in his pocket to Cinnamon before patting her on the head and the two took off out of the barn. It was nice that it was becoming darker now and he didn't pull up his hood or place the sunglasses over his face. Besides, if he walked in like that to her home, both her sisters and her parents would probably think him crazy. Totally false impression they would get. He was cool, not crazy...and if anything, maybe crazy cool.

"Why would I want a steak just out of the fridge not cooked?" he asked as he looked to her and smiled, knowing he could see where she was coming from and all but food - especially meat - was meant to be cooked before consumed. That was a foreign concept to him. He wasn't even up for sushi.

As they made their way back into the farmhouse, Simon was slightly apprehensive - not enough that it would show or anything; but this was dinner. This wasn't the Great Hall where he could show up, pick at something or two, and head out. This was a full out dinner where there would be conversation and different parts of the meal which the maker would feel offended if not ingested. He'd do his best, as he tried sometimes for his Aunt Maggie.

"Why's Izzy so bitter?" he asked quickly, knowing they'd be in the house soon. "I mean, not to be rude, but your family seems nice. Friendly," what he had met of them, "and she seems to be the sort of black sheep" he grinned. "Get it? Farm, black sheep. But no, really...she seems cynical." And from what he knew, she had been accepted to Hogwarts which was wonderful and even Slytherin like her older sister. He didn't understand where the anger and moodiness stemmed from.

Clair shrugged, "I don't know what do you normally eat?" She said she knew what the reply would be, blood. but she decided to let him say it after all it was a sort of odd topic to talk about.
The question about Izzy took Clair by surprise, she thought for a moment, "I think it's because of Dad. When my father died Izzy was the most destroyed out of all of us, Father and Izzy were a good team, they understood each other. They were.... Almost the same. At the time when he was alive Izzy was a really good student, she got good grades and was a hard worker, then he died and she did not have anything to look forward to. She went to Hogwarts with a attitude that she was going to drag herself through it and make everyone else's life miserable. She was placed in Slytherin where in my mind she belongs. My oldest sister, Belle, was also a Snake but she was done school around the same time I joined, Izzy had found happiness in Hogwarts with Belle, she was just starting to like it there when Belle left, Izzy hoped I would be in the same house so that I could be the new Belle, but I was sorted into Ravenclaw, making her mad and that is how she has been since."
Clair took off her boots and stepped inside, the smell of food floated in the air.
(wc 246)
@Simon kincaid

He was sorry to hear about her father. It seemed to be different. Yes, he too had lost one of his parents but it was early on - back before he could remember. That in itself was a sad situation but it was nothing like missing someone you loved. Instead, he just missed having someone to love.

As they walked inside, Belle could be seen down the way helping set up the last few things onto the table and running water could be heard to the side. Simon turned his head to see Izzy washing her hands at a bathroom sink and he quickly thew his gaze over to Clair. "Clair Mackenzie Fernandez..." he said, just making up a middle name to exaggerate her name out, "you've been lying to me this entire time," and he shook his head. He wasn't mad. It was a good prank.

He watched as Izzy dried off her hands and he stepped aside so he could hold the door for her, flashing a smile as she walked passed. "Ladies first," he told Clair, still holding the door for her so she could wash up first.

Simon glanced around what he could see of the house, not being nosy, but rather observant. He wondered how much of it was left untouched after her father passed and if everyone carried some of that paused sort of mentality with them, not just Izzy. His own home was an older sort of Victorian style inside, and he knew that his mother had kept that after her parents died and then Aunt Maggie kept much of it still - with a bit of a modern twist now. Slowly she was coming out of that haze.

When they went inside Clair seen Izzy washing up, with the door wide open, Simon seemed to notice righ away, 'urg, Izzy the prank is over hen' she thought while giving Izzy a glare, a glare that had no reason, just that Clair always gave Izzy a glare before dinner.
Clair started to laugh when Simon gave her a middle name, "ER, that's a new one, but my middle name is Jean, like the things you wear on your legs." She smirked "Ok, yeah, butttt I would not say Lying, I would say.... Pranking." She smiled at Simon and dramatically slid into the bathroom, "I'm glad you know where you stand in the rankings!" She said in a way that was rather silly, just so that Simon knew she was joking.
She washed her hands and then dried them using her pants, a bad habit that she had gotten into while living on the farm (which had been her whole life) she refused to use the towel for reasons that did not need to be explained if you looked ay the towel, it was a fluffy white towel that had two letters written on it, PF, her father's first letters of his name.
If Simon used it whatever, that was what Towels were for right? Well Clair did not care, she stepped aside and watched Simon.
"So, Mister FluffyButton, are you hungry?" She asked, "I hope you are, Mum has spent three days cooking for tonight oh it's going to be soooo yummy!" She said with a small leap.
(wc 260)
@Simon Kincaid

Simon was a little curious as to where the nickname came from but then again, some nicknames were nicknames for the sake of nicknames and there was no meaning at all. Maybe it was better not to question, because he was pretty sure that a creative Ravenclaw like Clair Fernandez could come up with something else - perhaps something quite awful.

Clair seemed excited for her mother's meal and he was glad of that but it made him think of his Aunt Maggie and how she was always coming home with some new baked good that she had invented, determined that THIS was the one that he would love and that she had finally created something that Simon not only tolerated, but actually enjoyed eating. Each time she was as eager and each time she was disappointed. Sure, the boy TRIED to be nice about it but she always seemed to see through his attempts at letting her down gently.

He followed Clair into the dining room with the large farmhouse sort of table. It was a cozy sort of place and Simon could see why Clair liked home so much. He gave a smile over to Belle and then to Izzy before his eyes came to her mother. "Anything I can help with, Mrs. Fernandez?" he asked, genuinely offering his assistance. Maybe she still had something in the kitchen to bring out. He then glanced over to Clair and took the back of one of the chairs, pulling it out for her.

Something like this might make her sisters rather curious, as often it was something that someone did when courting someone. Simon was just trying to be a gentleman.

Clair smiled at Simon when he asked Misty if she needed any help, but the woman shook her head, "No no, I won't make my daughter's friend work, and besides there is only one thing left to bring out!" Clair Mother said with a smile as she went into the kitchen, the large table was filled with food, much like the table at Hogwarts.
Misty had been worried that her children would be hungry after being at Hogwarts for so long where they must be starving the students.
Clair had given up trying to convince her mother that they never once starved any students, but Misty had been stuck in her ways, and not given up in her attempts at fattening her daughters up.
Clair smiled at Simon when he pulled her chair out for her, she sat down and gave him a polite nod of thanks, Izzy who was sitting across from Clair looked at the two with a odd look, one that said that she thought there was something up with them Clair rolled her eyes
"Nope Izzy, nothing between us other then a friendship." She looked at Simon with the look of 'not again' as she thought back to when Kit had teased them about having a romantic stroll.
Belle looked at Clair and smirked Clair decided that they needed to chance the train of mind, so she pulled Clover out of her pocket, yup Clair had had her pet rat in her pocket the whole time!
She placed the rat on the table, the rat who was still half asleep sat down and looked around.
Izzy's head shot up, "Clair! Get that beast off the table before Mum or I kill it!"
Clair rolled her eyes, "What rat?" She asked sweetly, looking at Simon with a grin
(wc 302)
@Simon Kincaid

"Yeah, we wouldn't want Clair here to do any weird relationship stuff," Simon laughed softly as he looked over to his friend. "Not that I'm into weird relationship stuff but uh..." he trailed off, realizing he shouldn't have said a thing about it because now he was just making things worse for the other two at the table that didn't know him.

Luckily...maybe, Clair changed the subject. Still, for the fact that she had it at least made him thankful. Maybe it wasn't the best sort of subject change but he still applauded her efforts. Despite living on a farm, he wasn't quite sure her mother would appreciate a rat at the table because the other two girls, who both knew the magical world quite well, were not happy about it. He could only imagine it would go worse with her mother.

"I think Clover wants to keep sleeping," he nicely tried to tell Clair to stow it away back to her pocket. He was prepared to hurry up and help her mother with the tray of whatever if she came in and saw it. He'd hate to have days worth of preparation go falling to the floor and having the ladies of the Fernandez Farm be hungry for the night.

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