Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

She raised a eyebrow at Simon "Too much? How so, may I ask?" She knew Simon was not such a animal lover, yet, she really wanted to make him at least like the cows.
She laughed "You sure your a Hufflepuff? Not a Gryffindor?" As she led him toward the cow barn, Clair smiled at the thought, a Simon wearing red, and yellow.
Once inside the barn Clair felt the warmth soak into her skin, it was not to bad outside, but she still liked the warmth better, letting her eyes get used to the darkness, Clair chose out two roos halters, a blue one and a rainbow one.
Tossing Simon the rainbow one, she led him to a pen that her two calves, a black one with small horns, and a spotted one, with brown spots along her back.
Clair pointed towards the black one "that is Harmony." She pointed to the spotted one "That one is Jet"
She opened the door and shovel Simon inside, before stepping inside herself.
"Ok, so because these are cows, Which is just telling you that they are big, heavy ooofs, who don't know their size." She paused "Be careful, don't jump at them, don't scream yell of shout."
She walked up the Jet, "let them know your here, touch them, and then place the halter over her head" she slowly places the halter over Jet's head, "Ok you want to try with Izzy's girl?"
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@Simon Kincaid

"You know I'll give anything that involves Izzy a try," he said, sending a wink Clair's way. No, the boy didn't truly have an obsession over her sister, but he just knew that if Clair ever repeated any of these things to Izzy that it would repulse the poor girl (maybe not truly, because it was Simon, hello) and it would give Clair some ammunition if ever needed for her snarky sister. Who knows, maybe it would even make the girl smile for once!

Simon watched the way that Clair put the halter on the other cow. "I would never jump or scream or shout," it was like Clair Mackenzie Fernadez didn't know him at all. "Harmony is a pretty name," he said as he approached the other cow, grateful that it didn't have horns like the one Clair had did. "Yea?" he began to slowly slide it on, hoping to not get trampled or whatever the hell this thing would do to end his days right then and there.

"You're not a big heavy ooof," he repeated Clair's words, "you're beautiful." She seemed gentle enough, or maybe she just seemed to take a liking to Simon. Either way, he was grateful.

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Clair smirked "you got something for my sister? You know, If you want to be related to me and My epic-ness, I'm a better choice." She pretended to toss her hair, the way they do in the movies, it semi worked.
"At least I don't think I'm half the jerk she is." She said patting Jet.
The Calf seemed to respond to the pats, Clair lead her head into Jet's neck, a sign of affection for the bovine, maybe Clair did like the cows too much.
"Would you?" She asked with a laugh, "at the fair two years ago, a little kid and his dad sad beside my Calf, the kid started crying, and then the calf got spooked, poor girl, and the stupid Dad was all, 'well my kid would never do that!'" she frowned "I'm glad she did not hurt the kid," she pointed to another one, that held two bigger cows, a brown one, and a sandy coloured one, "That is Ginko and Mardie, their These girls' mums, and Izyy's and My calves from last year."
She lifted Jet's head high, and walked a bit, the calf followed along at a good pace, Clair was proud, because she had worked so hard to get the calf to do this.
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@Simon Kincaid

"Izzy's not a jerk," Simon said. He had thought it several times when the topic came up but usually didn't say anything on the matter. It was true though, he thought Izzy just had some things she needed to work on and was more quiet, more reserved, and sadly, more bitter.

He tried to get the cow to follow him once he got the halter in place but she didn't seem to want to budge. "Come on, Harmony. You've got this." But it wasn't her that lacked anything here. She was well trained but just not with a trainer that knew what he was doing. "Come on, you gotta walk this way. Strut it a little. You can do it! It's easy, just follow them," and he backed up, trying to get her to follow again. No luck.

"We're not harmonizing very well over here - me and Harmony," Simon said with a sigh.

Granted, he didn't nuzzle himself into the thing like Clair had but no. The only thing he had ever nuzzled in his life was perhaps a pretty girl during a make out session and he was absolutely not going to change that now. He had his boundaries, and those he would keep.

Clair watched as the cow would not move for Simon, smirking she patted Jet and then walked her cow behind Harmony and Simon, "Ok get ready she might jump, or she might just walk like a good girl." Clair took the calf's tail in her hands, and twisted it up a little, making a U shape, this move was called a Tail-Jack.
Making the calf lurch forward, Clair patted the calf's back, "Good girl, Izzy not worked you since she got home?" She patted her own calf's head, "Sorry 'bout that Jetty, i know you don't like her."
And then to Simon she said a simple "Your not dead right?" She was not sure what the city boy would do, would he start crying and run away? She hoped not, no matter how funny it would be, The calf bad not jumped to fast, but she had jumped, so you never knew what the person would do, she really hoped he was not going to turn City Slicker 100%, not yet anyways, he was not allowed to be a city slicker until he left the farm, and then, it was ok, not great, but ok.
She started walking again, and once she got to the door she opened it, stepping out, "We can walk down the lanes, more space there"
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@Simon Kincaid

He wondered if the cows enjoyed these sort of walks and did his best to just go with it. "You know, I don't know if I should be offended by you asking a half vampire if he's dead..." Although that DID raise some good questions about his father. Was he technically alive? Dead? Did he have a heartbeat? Even the books int he library classified vampires under the topic of living dead and well, that didn't help anything.

Still, he could see, he could walk, he could talk. He could think. And...grossly enough, he could procreate because there Simon was. Now all he needed from the man was for him to write back. Simon wondered if he actually would. Telling someone that they had a son was probably a lot to take in and maybe he didn't want anything to do with him. Simon could understand that. He had lived his entire life not knowing he had a son and being sonless and was just fine with that. Why mix things up now?

Harmony began to follow Clair and Jet and so Simon walked along side her. Now and then she'd stride a little closer to him but he would gently place his hand on her side to let her know he was there and she couldn't go that way. She'd correct herself.

"Sorry Master Dhampir" she snorted "for offending your royal highness's"
She bent down to Jet's ear and half whispered, half talked "City slicked butt" she smirked and shot a goofy look at Simon, before standing up straight and walking like nothing had ever happened.
The calf behaved fine and took the few seconds of ease to relax, "So, which animal has been the best do you think?" She paused "at least so far, there is still a few to go." A few meaning about a hundred chickens, about six turkeys, a donkey (which Simon would see soon if he kept walking down the lane way inside the barn) a barn cat (that was very friendly) and if they counted a hundred rats.
She patted Jet as she walked, and then started to giggle at the thought of Simon with a slick behind from rubbing it on the city, a gross thought that only a 12 year old girl would find funny, a 12 year old girl who had like zero maturity!
She giggled for a moment a d then tried to hold in the giggles which just mad her giggle more, she covered her mouth with her other hand and broke into a unstoppable fit of giggles as she walked the calf, who looked completely bored
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@Simon Kincaid

And there it was. There comes a time in anyone's life where they have the ability to go completely mental and Simon looked forward, watching Clair as she brought herself into a laughing fit and decided that was her time. Now he was going to have to go back to Hogwarts all alone and without his best friend.

Maybe it would help her if he just went on as usual. Perhaps he could bring her back into this world of reality. "Clover," he said honestly. "I think I've liked Clover the best." That and Clair's sisters and mother. They had been the best part of this trip to the Fernandez Farm but Clair asked specifically about animals and while scientifically one might try to say that humans were essentially animals he viewed it more that humans were made in the likeness of God as an extension of him and were quite separate.

"I mean, he's pretty chill. Initially I would have thought rats to be a little more spazzy." Spazzy. That was another word for what Clair was being like.

"Are you alright up there?" he finally asked. I mean really, no one, even people that knew cows well, could have this much fun with a cow.

By the look on Simon's Face he had not heard Clair's comment that started her giggle fit, he looked like he thought she was going mental or something.
"Clover? Not Spark, or Cinnamon, or Harmony?" She smirked, "The chill rat is your favourite"
She giggled again, "Am I alright? Sure, My brain is just having a funny thought about you, and it won't go away!"
The image of Simon with a slick behind from rubbing it on the City was still stuck in her brain,
"I'm not going crazy, don't worry" she said, attempting to reassure him, but quite possibly failing, after all she was still giggling, she smiled you never heard what i said did you?"
Explaining it now might be hard, but Clair would do it, should Simon ask.
She patted Jet, the calf was acting as if this was a normal day, she was walking around chewing her cud and being a happy girl, just like Clair wanted, this calf held a promise of a good show, and maybe even earn her a Red ribbon, Clair had high hopes for this girl, that's for sure.
Clair turned the calf around and started walking the other way, hopefully Simon would do the same.
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@Simon Kincaid

"I'm actually rather afraid to ask," he said truthfully. If Clair was THIS amused by it, he didn't figure it could be good. Simon worked on having the cow he was with walk along side him and there was some bumps in the process but so far, nothing too tragic.

His main focus was slightly on how he felt. He felt tired and his skin hurt. The four hour horse ride did get to him, even with cloud cover and some shade from the trees. "So do the cows like this sort of thing or would they rather just be back at their pens, hanging out, and doing whatever it is that cows do?" he asked, truly curious.

Simon figured if he was a cow, he'd just want to stay in the pen, sometimes get put out in the open field, and then come back into the pen to eat and sleep. But it wasn't like he knew animals like Clair did. Her entire family seemed to have pretty good knowledge when it came to all this raising of various animals. So whatever it was they were doing with the cows just now, he was pretty sure that there was a reason for it.

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