Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair had stopped reading a few moments before Simon had come in, and when he had come in she had been staring at the painted Canvas above her bed, it had been hear sense she had hung it up, but yet it still held a important meaning to her, she looked at Simon when he came in, she smiled when he asked if she always decorated Clover's cage
"Er, i did decorate it for Easter, and all the others days, yeah. I enjoy decorating." She said waving her hand around to show that if you really looked there were Christmas things all over.
She looked at his outfit and laughed, "Just can't hide you Hufflepuff pride can you?" She smirked at him,
"well if you think that is cool, wait till you see mine." She went over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of PJ's. They were blue with the Ravenclaw crest across the front, and at the base of e shirt it said 'Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure'
Then the pants here plaid blue and black.
"I got hem from a fellow Ravenclaw, who loves to sew, she made them" Clair said folding them up and putting them away, "If you like we can dress Clover up, she is quiet a fan of it" as Clair said this she pulled out the rat and a small wardrobe inside the wardrobe was clothing, sized to fit a rat.
"But if your not into dressing a rat then we can do something else too." She picked up her rat and placed her on her shoulder, "when is your birthday? I'll decorate for that too!"
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon sorted through the clothing to see what there was. "I want to make Clover look fly," he said, smiling because he knew the word 'fly' was rather lame, but he meant it in a good way! He wanted to make Clover look cool only - how does one make a rat look cool?

He picked out a hat. Hats always helped. He'd attempt to see if he could get it to stay on sideways or backwards. Now, maybe that wasn't so cool for a person but it had to be cool on a rat. Sadly, there were no sunglasses, which were Simon's usual 'go to' when it came to looking cool.

"Would you say that Clover is also a Ravenclaw? You should get that Ravenclaw friend to make Clover a pair of matching pajamas. Unless, of course, Clover here is a Hufflepuff, yo. Then you should totally have them make a black tshirt and some rad plaid pants in yellow and black."

Simon went to slip a shirt onto the rat and surprisingly she was right, it was easy. It was as if Clover practically slipped right into it, wanting it. "My Birthday is February 14th. What can I say, I was born to love." Simon was a Valentine's Day baby.

Simon then tried to get the hat to go on, but he was having a little trouble with that. It wasn't so much that the rat didn't want to wear it, but just rather that he wasn't sure how to get it on him. Simon handed it over to Clair, hoping maybe she'd help. He glanced over her bed at the canvas and read it, knowing the passage well.

Clair smiled as she watched Simon stick the shirt on the rat, who just sat there,
"I think she is Ravenclaw, because look at how smart she is" Clair replied, looking at the rat with affection.
"a love baby then? nice." she said laughing a little, "it's nard not to like you."
she took the hat from Simon and put it on Clover's head, laughing at how it looked on the Rat,
"You know what she needs?" Clair went over to her bed and reached u der it, pulling out a small box, in side it was crafting things, old see through candy wrappers, pipe cleaners, and other things, Clair pulled out two pip cleaners and a candy wrapper, she made a pair of sun glasses and handed them to Simon
"Sun Glasses, that is what she needs." Clair laughed a bit and watched the rat,
"I should ask my friend for a rat sized outfit, we could walk around Hogwarts with our matching outfits!"
she pretended to strut around with Clover on her shoulder.
"is that how they do it city boy?" she asked with a big grin,
she pretended to lift imagery glasses from over her eyes, like Simon had done with the goat earler
"I learned from a pro I guess!" she set the rat back on her desk, and looked at Simon, before starting to laugh,
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@Simon Kincaid

"It's uh, no, not quite that. You need a little more swagger," he said, smiling to her. Sway a little more when you walk, give it some attitude but it's not bad for a beginner, not bad at all. He had watched Clair before attempting to slip on the homemade sunglasses onto the rat who just sat there and allowed herself to get all dressed up.

Simon took that as an indication that the rat didn't mind at all what they were doing to her. They could spaz out and flip out. She was chill though.

Simon then moved from where Clair's desk was and came over to the bed where he looked up to see the painting with the Biblical verse on it. His mother had gotten very religious after the death of her parents and it was something he was brought up with. His mother had kept up with it and his Aunt after his mother's passing.

"I probably shouldn't keep you up too late. Some need to sleep," he flashed her a smile, unsure if she knew of his rather peculiar sleep schedule or lack there of. "You sure you think that your oldest sister doesn't mind giving up her room?" He sort of felt like he was intruding, even if the Fernandez family had made him feel welcome.

Clair laughed when Simon said that she needed more swagger
"Is that city kid talk?" She asked still laughing a little.
When Simon looked at the painting. Clair walked up behind him, Clover sitting on her shoulder again, "It was my Dad's he gave it to me just before his death, That one too" she pointed to the one that said The Lord is my shepherd. "I know them by heart now, from staring at them for so long, at first I thought I hated him for leaving me, then i realized that I loved him." She sighed, "Are you religious?'' the question could be taken in many ways, but the way Clair had asked it was a way that showed a calm and collected side of her.
"Sleep?" Clair echoed, staring at Simon, "Errrrr ME? No, i don't sleep that much, but if you would like to sleep I can take you to your room, do Dhampirs even sleep?"
As much as Clair knew Dhampirs rarely slept.
Clair looked at Simon and then with mock grace she slide over to her dresser,
"Now if you will be so kind as to leave the room for a moment while I change that would be great!" Clair declared looked at Simon she remembered she had Clover on her shoulder, taking the rat off she handed Clover to Simon, "Now out out!"
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon was pretty much forced out of the room even before he was able to answer any of her questions and he found himself out there in the hall with the rat in his hands. "I don't see her being bossy with you," he said as he lifted his hands up to his face so he could see the rat at more face-level.

He slipped off her little sunglasses and took off the hat and while the rat had been quite a good sport about both of them, he felt she seemed to appreciate having them off of her head. It didn't take much longer after that before Clair was opening back up her bedroom door and granting him access once again. "Impulsive little thing," he whispered to Clover, bringing the rodent back over its home on Clair's desk.

"Yes, I do sleep," he said and exaggerated rolling his eyes like she should know better but the smiled widely to show he was only joking. "And yea. Yea, I went to church twice a week at least back in London. I'm a member of Westminster Cathedral...not to be confused with Westminster Abbey," which was more well known. His was a Roman Catholic church. "Even member of the Children's Choir and believe it or not, an alter boy," he smiled, knowing Clair would probably have a field day with such information.

He looked back up to the one painting nearby and sighed. It had to be hard for Clair. She knew her father and remembered him well. He didn't have memories of his mother because she had passed away when he was so young. "I wish he was still around for you."

Clair changed and opened the door again, letting Simon inside, and Clover too.
She looked at Simon, "I heard that!" She said with a look of fake anger, then she started to laugh,
"How'd I look?" She asked, walking around like Simon had, this time add more 'swagger' to it,
She was wearing a new pair Ravenclaw Pjs these ones said 'Fernandez'
At the back, the letters were black, and they bent over the Ravenclaw crest, the Pjs were one peace, and fuzzy, they had a rat sized pocket at the front, Clair picked up the Rat and placed her in her cage, then she turned back to Simon.
"well, you know, you have to sleep, but Dhampirs are known to sleep...less."
"I was in a Choir too, then I went to Hogwarts and they filled my spot, I also went to church, but I just went to a small one that only had like thirty people attending it."
Clair sighed and nodded, "So do I, So do I." She replied to Simon,
"You live with your Aunt right? What happened to your parents?" She asked softly,
Opening the door and leading Simon downstairs to his room,
"do you want me to leave or do you want me to stay a while? I don't mind either."
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@Simon Kincaid

"Stay a bit. I like the company," he admitted.

He glanced around Belle's old room and went to sit on the edge of her bed. "Yeah, I live with my Aunt Maggie. She's only twenty-six so pretty young. I'm hoping since I'm now at Hogwarts maybe she'll focus a bit more on herself. Maybe start dating or something. She deserves it. She focuses so much on me and working and volunteering - always giving up her time for others but never herself. She's selfless and she's kind and she's got this personality that everyone is drawn to. I hope to be like her." And in some ways he already was.

"But yeah, my mum died when I was three. I've got photographs and I've got stories but sadly I don't have any memories of her. Sometimes when it's late at night I lay there and try to think, hope that something will come to me, but I don't remember it. She got sick and I guess she didn't realize she was as sick as she was. Too busy taking care of my Aunt Maggie and me and stay afloat in the world. It was a cancer. It would have been easily fixed if she had made a trip to St. Mungo's. I find it rather irritating that the wizarding world can have cures for some of these things and they don't share it. I get it, but I don't get it - you know?"

She asked about parents. Plural. So he decided to continue on about his father. "As of until about a month ago I had very little information on my father. My mum and he were together but she cut off connections with him just before finding out she was pregnant. Then she chose never to tell him. I don't know why. It's rather strange...over the Summer a man came to my home and asked for my mother. There was something about him. I don't know if it was a sort of connection that I could feel or just him having some similar features but I knew then he was my father. I think maybe he knew who I was too. He got a little taken aback when I said my mum had died and left quickly, leaving behind this box he brought. A couple weeks ago I opened it. There's some items and photographs of he and my mother and I got a name. Adrian Hawthorne. I wrote to him before leaving school but it kicked back - the post office box used is no longer held by that name."

Clair nodded and plopped down, "ok, I'll sit down on the bed."
She plopped down and the bed jiggled, "oh yeah, this is a jiggle bed, or as anyone else would call it, it is a water bed."
She bent down and flicked the switch that was at the base of the bed, "there now it will start to heat up, and you will be warm as you don't sleep."
She listened to him as he talked about his family,
"wow, I think you got it worse them me, you never really knew either of you parents, which i bet both were amazing anyway, and I'm sure they both loved you with all their hearts, even if you never knew them, at least I got Eight years with my Father, and I have my Mum, and my Sisters."
Clair looked at Simon and smiled, she had a huge urge to huge him, and part of her wanted to.
But she decided not to hug him, not knowing whether he was a buggy kind of person.
"I'm sure that you mum is proud of you, your very selfless, just like your Aunt."
She took a breath and changed the subject, "So are you 12 or 13? I'm 12 so we might be the same age."
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon had heard of waterbeds but didn't really know anyone that had one. It was something new for him and while it was kind of odd, it was also totally cool at the same time. He bounced a little up and down so the 'jiggle bed' jiggled and looked over to Clair with a smile. "Lives up to its name, jiggle bed."

Clair was a Ravenclaw so she was both naturally curious and very smart. Still, he couldn't help but think she had it wrong when she said both of his parents loved him because Adrian Hawthorne really didn't know him - but it was his intention on changing that.

"I wouldn't say I have it worse. Tragedy is tragedy, no matter what way you spin it." Plus, more memories just meant more heartache and he could tell the Fernandez family, while it was years ago, was still aching over Clair's father's death. Izzy was bitter, her mother hadn't moved on with dating, they didn't use the one towels in the bathroom. It wasn't a bad thing, it just was their way of remembering him and Simon knew he must have been pretty great for them to still be missing him to such a high degree.

"I'm 12. Two months shy of my Birthday. My Birthday always comes and goes with hokey little Valentine's Day traditions. Sometimes in primary school back in London I'd get a sprinkling of Birthday cards instead of Valentine's, or get to ask a girl to a school dance to celebrate the holiday. I used to use it to my advantage...who wants to turn down the Birthday boy? Well, it's either that or my dashing good looks and incredible personality. You tell me," he smiled.

"What about you, when's yours?" He figured it had already come before the two of them met, or it was still yet to come up.