Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair sighed, "I would not agree, tragedy can change people, it can hurt you in many way, or not even effect you." Clair looked at Simon, he blue eyes twinkling a little.
Clair laughed, "Well Simon, if your lacking one thing it's not self confidence! But I think it is both, but to be honest, i would like you even if you were the worst looking person, er Dhampir i ever did see!" She grinned and hugged him, deciding that it did not matter she was hugging him.
"Mine? My birthday is September 11 2009, you know, that day when 67 British people died? Yeah I'm born like 20 years after that, but it's the same day."
She took a breath "So, what time do you get up normally?" Then she realized that she had not finished "In the Morning, when your at your Aunts."
She did not bother telling Simon when she got up, he would most likely try to get up at that time the next day she figured, so she let it be.
She looked around this room, and smiled, "I'm the same age as you, in a sense, but I'm also younger then you once you have your birthday and become a teen, I'll be a year younger again."
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@Simon Kincaid

He accepted the hug without issue and smiled to her. "But it doesn't hurt that I'm the best looking person, er - dhampir that you've ever met either, huh?" he said and laughed a little. "But hey, you're not so bad yourself, Fernandez." And he glanced down a moment at the compliment.

Simon had missed her Birthday but he tried to lock it into his memory so come the next year he would remember it. It wasn't his fault that he met her shortly after the school year had begun, which was after September 11th.

Simon told her of his slightly abnormal sleep schedule and wondered if she would think he was odd for it. Some did, but honestly, in the great scheme of a dhampir's life, that was the least weird thing about him. He had a feeling though that Clair was beginning to understand him - him and his dhampir quirks.

"Hogwarts won't know what to do with teenage Simon Kincaid," he said and smiled, but it didn't stay too long as the thought of being thirteen began to creep in more to his mind. "You know, in reality, they say that a dhampir's unsettling aura becomes noticeable around thirteen. You know, where someone around them gets that weird feeling of fear, goosebumps and hair standing up on their arms. The room seems cold and their heart is filled with a foreboding sense. I don't want that. I mean, I guess this can be turned off but I'm sure it'll take some time to adjust to it all."

Would he frighten others? Would he lose friendships?

Clair smiled and laugh a little "Well FluffyButton, I don't think anyone has ever said that before, I'm normally don't even try to brush my hair, but then with Hogwarts, I decided to at least brush my hair and maybe put on a nice outfit."
"Watch out Hogwarts! Here comes Simon the.... TEEN! Du du daaaaa!" She said waving her hands around dramatically, that was when the bed started to heat up and Clair sighed, "It's warming up some!" she bounced a little and the bed wiggled,
Clair rolled her eyes, "Really? I can't see you ever getting unsettling, you too cute and fuzzy!" She grinned and added "Fuzzle wuzzle" with a smirk deciding this was a better name then FluffyButton.
"Which do you like better? Fuzzle wuzzle or FluffyButton? I like Fuzzle Wuzzle better, it's more Simon-ish."
She smiled and thought about how Simon now had two nicknames.
"Do you ever loose your mind? I've never seen you get mad"
She smirked "Ok, other then with poor Kit!" She laughed at the memory, poor Kit being pounded by the shovel that the super strong Simon had chucked, some how Clair guessed that that night had made them friends, some how.
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@Simon Kincaid

"Well, if I HAVE to choose one..." he said and looked to Clair, watching as she watched him. He waited. Waited some more. Hoping that maybe, just maybe she would interject and say no he didn't have to. She didn't.

"The second is more Simon-ish," he agreed with a sigh but smiled to Clair and reached out, placing his hand on top of hers. It was nice that she thought about him enough to even et a nickname. Some people didn't go through the trouble.

He was glad though that she didn't really see him in a threatening manner. Maybe it wouldn't affect him as much. Sometimes someone with tall genetics could still be average height and all that jazz - who was to say it wasn't the same being a dhampir with the unsettling aura?

"You could ask Haley Rose about a temper. I think that girl has seen it more than anyone else," he sighed. She had done more than tested his patience. She had taken his patience over the course of the Summer and into the next school year and stretched it so thin that it broke in half and fell to the floor, shattering into an infinite number of pieces. He had lost his temper with her a couple times, causing him to raise his voice, use words he didn't like using, and even be demeaning. It wasn't his proudest of moments.

Clair smirked he liked it, "Well Wuzzle Fuzzle, I don't think I want to know, I mean you sound pretty bitter over it." She was just guessing when she said that, due to his sigh and all.
"So shat do you like to do in your free time? Talk with friends? Play some hufflepuff-ish game? What do Hufflepuff's even do?" She sighed "I can't think of how my life would be without books."
I spend most my day at Hogwarts doing just that, reading. And well asking questions and other things too. but I don't know much about Hufflepuffs, to be honest it is one of my things I'm not proud of, not knowing what the Badgers do all day" The girl sighed a long sad sigh as if not knowing such things was a crime she had been convicted of.
"I'm sure that your temper can't be as bad as mine, Simon, I got mad at a friend once and well it did not end well, I raised my voice to warn Fern about Spark and Blaze , our team of horses, that were coming behind her, she got offended and yelled back, she ended up getting out of the way in time, but our friendship was crushed, I've never raised my voice sense, unless it was in dire need."
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@Simon Kincaid

“I’m not sure you can really lump all us Hufflepuffs together, you know? We’re the determined and the loyal, but also where the hat places all the extras.” Some would share hobbies and interests of his and some wouldn’t.

“I like to play music. I know the guitar and the piano. I’m learning a couple others. I like to sing and I like to dance. I write music, both the melody and the lyrics. I listen to music when I can.” It was mostly about the music. “I like to research the wizarding world, read classic muggle literature, and read the Bible. Sometimes I try my hand at drawing or painting. I like to look at the stars. I like to be with friends and help them out. I like to smile, and laugh. Sometimes I practice flying or run to keep in shape.”

It seemed like a lot of different things to him and he rarely got bored. He kept both his mind, body, and social life pretty active.

“I write to my aunt and friends. Usually get letters out every other day or so.” He wanted to keep close connections with those he cared about, even if they weren’t at Hogwarts.

“You know, I can see you yelling at a friend. It’s why I walk such a fine line with you. Tread carefully. Keep aware,” he grinned, totally joking about the watching himself around her. Not the part about her yelling. She was a determined girl, Clair Fernandez.

Clair smiled, "Yes I guess you are sort of the over flow house" she grinned, "The house full of squibs, i guess." She smirked, just pulling Simon's leg was fun.
"why were you not Ravenclaw, I can see you being a Eagle"
"Tomorrow I'll show you our horses, we can go for a nice four hour trail ride through the woods."
She layed back for a moment, and then sat up again, as a way to clear her mind.
"Do you like big horses or small horses? Their like dogs, we have some Welsh ponies which you could ride, or we have some percherons, or you could ride our Shire,
The Welsh is Twelve and a half hands, the percherons are around 16-17 hands, and the Shire is 17 hands high. I'll ride Blaze, he is a percheron, nice gelding too."
She looked at Simon, she had used a ton of horse language that he might not understand, but he would speak up if he did not know right?
"should we ride in English or Western? You seem like a Western kind of rider, I'll have to see what Belle thinks, she is better at telling just by looking, I'm sort of rusty at it."
She smiled thinking about horses was something Clair liked doing a lot.
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@Simon Kincaid

"Not all people are great and can be sorted into Ravenclaw, Clair," he just answered and smiled over to her. He could see himself being there to an extent, Gryffindor too, but he truly felt he belonged with the Hufflepuffs. All the things that people said about Hufflepuffs seemed to fit Simon as if they were one in the same. Plus, he felt Hufflepuff was the house that had some of the traits of all the houses - and he liked that.

"Four hour trail ride..." he repeated. Four. Four HOURS. That seemed like a long time. "I would suppose I wouldn't want a horse that's too small. I mean, I'm not the size of a Cornish Pixie." Simon was a slightly tall for his age, had somewhat broad shoulders and a stronger sort of build - not big by an means. Still, he wouldn't do any good to a little horse. "But you know, not the biggest one either." Hopefully Clair would use her Ravenclaw sense and pick out the one just right.

"And uh, I don't know about English or Western. Haven't any idea what that means," he admitted. "We could see what Izzy thinks by having her look. I'd have that girl give me the once over." Simon paused and glanced over to Clair before clearing his throat.

Clair smiled, "Geez Simon, that little pony could drag you if she wanted!'' then she decided to add a reasjring comment to calm Simon "But she never would, she is not that bad!"
Grinning at Simon she opened her mouth and again spoke "last question for you, want a Mare or a gelding?" She smiled, knowing Simon would not know what a Gelding is,
Well, we will leave for the barn around 7:30 am, then we'll tack up and get riding! Guessing if will take half an hour to tack up, maybe forty five minutes we will be back by lunch time! Perfect!" She said clapping her hands together, "Well I better get to bed, stay up as late as you want, I'll be in my room, which you know where that is if you need me!" With that she scooted out of the room and back to her room, she sat there for about half and hour waiting to see if Simon would come up, she read a bit and then gave up and turned off her light, and then she fell asleep, dreaming of riding horses with Simon, and laughing at Belle making faces, and then all the things Simon had told her, him being a dhampir and all.....
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@Simon Kincaid

6am came. Simon remembered Clair saying something upon arrival how the day began at 6am. Yes, he might have been the guest but in being the guest, one helped out the hosts to show they were grateful. He made the bed - which was quite the feat since it was a water bed - and headed upstairs to find Clair's mom making breakfast.

Simon offered his help but she declined. He asked again, she shooed him away. He just stood there with a kind look on his face, silently offering his help a third time - so she gave him a plate of biscuits to take to the table. He set it down, joining Belle and Izzy at the table. "Good morning, ladies." Clair hopefully would be joining soon or he'd get up to go look for her. Maybe she was getting ready for the day, but if she was already started on her chores, he wanted to help. Something told him she'd be along though, because he remembered she mentioned her mother didn't like them missing meals.

Simon looked at the table and saw some orange juice and wondered if it would be rude to take his glass to the kitchen sink to get some water. He wasn't a fan of juice. Never had been. He took a piece of bacon and took a small bite.