Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair watched as Simon mixed colours, "Oooh, is it like painting?" She asked, "If I take the red and the blue I'll get Purple and such? I guess it would be, because it's just colour mixing, but like...." She let her voice die out, mostly because she was watching Simon so closely.
After a while Clair stood up and and put Clover away, "I'll leave you to your Make up thingies, I'm going to quickly help Mum set the table for dinner!" She said just as she was about to step out she heard Simon say sorry "For what? Did you break the brush? That's fine she won't notice." Clair said, shrugging, her sisters were so blind they would not even notice if she took their beds away, she was not sure how she would take their beds away, but anyways.
She watched him for a few moments before leaving the room, she went into the kitchen and started to help her mum set the table, as she was carrying a platter of Yorksire Puddings to the table Belle came in, from outside,
"Hey Belle!" Clair greeted, Belle simply nodded to her and went to the bathroom, Clair went back into the kitchen, "hey Mum, Simon is a city boy, I suggest we don't talk about the turkey too much, ok?"
Misty nodded "sure thing Hun. Can you take this out please?" She handed Clair a huge loaf of bread, at this rate the table was going to be more full then the tables at Hogwarts!
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@Clair Fernandez

Simon looked at himself in the mirror that was there a moment after Clair left and was rather glad that she gave him a moment to himself. He was usually so confident, that when feelings like this came to the surface it was a little hard for him to handle. It was times like this, when he had to cover up who he really was, that he felt most like the monster that The Headliner said he was, that The Daily Prophet said he was, that all the textbooks within the school library said he was.

Even after he was done, he stayed there a little longer than necessary just to collect himself. He didn't want to be downtrodden at the table, especially in front of Clair's mum who so graciously had let him stay there or Belle who had let him ambush her room, or Izzy who was, well, Izzy.

He cleaned up everything and placed it back within the case so Clair could return it and by the time he reached the table, everyone was already seated. Dinner was promptly at 6 and he probably was arriving at 6:02. "My apologies for being late," he said to everyone at the table, hoping they weren't waiting for him and the food getting cold. He also hoped he didn't appear to be insensitive to their generosity here. The worst part of it was he didn't even have an excuse that he could give.

Clair sat down at the table and watched as her sisters brought in the rest of the food, her mum had agreed and Clair felt that this dinner would be less awkward then breakfast had been.
Belle sat down and then Izzy did, lastly Misty came in,
"you miss being at Hogwarts?" Belle asked, Clair shrugged
"I can hardly miss the crazy busy part of it, but I do miss the seeing people, the food and the homework part, it was great to swish a wand and have something blast out of your wand, It really sucks that only one of here is old enough to use Magic at home." She eyed Belle with a grin watching as her sister moved the last of the bowls of food onto the table with her wand, showing off her magic skills, When Simon sat down and said he was sorry for being late Clair snorted and burst out laughing,
"Really? It's only what...." She looked at the clock "6:02, your not that late!" She giggled for a moment, before Misty Claimed she was too tired to eat getting up she left the table and went to her room, Clair held down her giggles as she seen Belle's face smush up in that why that it did when she was worried, "What." Clair asked following Belle's gaze to the steps that Misty had just went up,
"oh it's nothing, she's had a headache all day, I guess your snickering was not helping it."
Clair glared at her sister for a second and then turned to Simon, "So what food do you think is the best?" She asked, as if nothing had just happened.
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@Simon Kincaid

Maybe it was only a couple minutes late but still it was almost as if telling the host that he didn't care about all the preparation that got put into the meal and he felt bad, but Clair's mother didn't seem insulted so that was good. She just seemed ... tired. Simon wondered if it was the farm and while she seemed to love it as much as Clair did, maybe it was just too much for one person to really take on so long. Sure, she had help, but it wasn't the same sort of help that she probably had when Clair's father was around.

Simon looked down to the food on his plate and pushed it around with his fork a little, moving his thoughts onto Clair's question. What food did he think was best? None. Something about food was hard for him. Sure, he had to eat it to sustain himself, but it never tasted that great to him. In fact, it was an off sort of taste usually.

"Uh," he glanced up. Clair was there at the table as was Belle and Izzy. Both went to Hogwarts. Both knew of things like dhampirs. If he hadn't already outed his true nature during this trip to them yet with his pale skin and now burnt self covered with makeup (which hopefully they wouldn't notice) his truthful statements might be a revelation for them. Still, Simon Kincaid was not one to lie.

"I like steak. That's...pretty much it. I'll eat some vegetables. Potatoes are doable. I'll pass every time on the fruit or sweet tasting things."

Dang, if Izzy Fernandez didn't think he was the weirdest before - what would she think now?

As soon as Clair had asked the question she felt bad, she should not have asked such a question.
now poor Simon would be forced to say something that could hint towards his Dhampir-ness, she wished she could pull back the comment, so doing the one thing she thought she might be able to do, she looked at Belle "Umm Belle, did you happen to, urm, take the bread pudding out of the oven yet?" Belle looked at her,
"no you were told to!" Clair watched as Belle got up to check the oven, at least Simon would now only have to say something in front Izzy, who would hopefully be to lost in her own brooding anger to hear.
what Simon said was much better then what Clair had expected, Clair nodded, "Oops, Mum made a huge cake while we were out on the ride" she grinned "I'm sorry, to make you suffer"
Izzy seemed to be lost in thought, as she pushed her fork into a pea, and smashed it. Clair felt glad
that she was not that poor pea, being smashed at the hands of the great Izabelle Fernandez, just as Clair bad finished thinking about the poor Pea, Belle came back in.
"Mum must have taken it out, now what was Simon saying?"
the fernandez sisters were way to pushy sometimes, this was one of those times.
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@Simon Kincaid

"Uh..." he paused, trying to think to what it was he had been talking about. His eyes trailed over to Izzy and he wondered what was wrong. It was a shame they weren't on talking terms and he could ask her about it but that would be prying and that would be rude. He decided against it, although it was very much in his nature to want to help someone and it seemed she was upset about something. Or maybe she just didn't like peas. Simon could understand that.

"I guess I was just thinking that the bread pudding, and also now apparently cake, would be quite lovely." Lovely for the others, not for him. Still, how could he insult the meal that the Fernandez family was sharing with him? That would be horrible of him.

Now he was going to be forced to eating both. Bread pudding...what even WAS that? Pudding was supposed to be made of things like tapioca and chocolate or butterscotch - all things disgusting in themselves in his opinion, but BREAD pudding? Wasn't bread just dry and bland? Why would someone make pudding out of that?

Simon hoped the portions would be small. Despite the fact that Clair's mother had made a HUGE cake, maybe they'd want to save some for the next day or so and therefore only cut small slivers of a slice. One could hope.

Clair watched as Simon said something about how lovely the Cake and Bread pudding would be, she smirked.
"Yeah, Right. Don't lie, Sorry but I guess you'll have to suffer."
She cut out a slice of the bread pudding and put it on a plate, and then added some cake beside it, cutting the cake slice a little thinner then most people would.
She handed it to Simon, "I would say enjoy, but I doubt you will, so I'll leave that out." She whispered to Simon as she cute herself a piece of Cake, her's thinker then Simon's.
"Clair! You give Simon more you piggy." Belle said, her voice bordered on sounding annoyed.

Clair rolled her eyes, "Simon, would you like some more, I'll give you more if you'd like it." She glared
Her sister, but the glare seemed to be missed as Belle and Izzy chatted on, mostly about the price of crops this year.

Which Clair tuned out, she did not care for once, if the crops costed a million pounds or one.

"So how are you liking you stay so far?" She asked looking at Simon, with her fork halfway to her mouth, their ride had been fun, or at least it had been for Clair, Simon's skin might beg different.
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@Simon Kincaid

"It's been an interesting culture shock, that's for certain," he said, openly and honestly. It bared next to no resemblance to his lifestyle in London but that wasn't a bad thing. It was all these things, the family dynamics, the farm life, the hard work, that shaped Clair into who she was and Clair was his best friend. He was glad he got to experience it.

Was it the sort of lifestyle he saw for himself? No. His future self? No. Still, it was beneficial. And as he listened to Izzy and Belle talk, he realized there was even more to fall into it all in the economic sense. No, farm life wasn't for the weak, by any means.

He didn't ask for more of the bread pudding and was doing the best he could to try and clear both it and the cake from his plate, one small bite at a time. Each one seemed to suck the moisture from his mouth and fill it with a sweetness that he had to try and ignore. How so many people, across the globe it seemed, loved sweet tasting things was beyond him. He never did have the taste buds for it.

"Can I help with the dishes?" he asked, knowing that surely Misty or any of the Fernandez girls could get it, but he wanted to help out. They had their hands full with this farm of theirs.

Clair smiled, "Of course it has, you went from posh city life to slobby Farm life" the way she said it made it obvious that she was teasing him, "But really, I can see way it would be a big shock. has it been everything you were hoping? I mean you have yet to meet the Chickens or the Donkey and Turkeys, but There should be time for that in the morning."

She looked at him with a funny look, "Wait you want to help with the dishes?" she shrugged "Sure, you can help." she piled a bunch of bowls together a d started to carry them to the kitchen.
"The Simon would like to help with the dishes, don't yell at me for letting him" she said in a sing song voice to Belle and Izzy, who were also putting dishes in and around the sink.
"I'll empty the Pig bucket! be right back!" Clair picked up the half empty bucket of table scraps and started out of the kitchen, it was only half the reason for Clair to feed the pigs, she also wanted to leave Simon with Belle and Izzy, see if they would fall under his charm that seemed to catch every girl at Hogwarts.

she took the food out to them and dumped it in, then she walked around for a few moments to give them more time before walking back inside.
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@Simon Kincaid

Simon was a pro at helping with dishes. When Aunt Maggie would try out her new dishes at home, he'd often help by helping keep her work space clean and that involved a lot of dishwashing since she needed all kinds of different pans, molds, mixing bowls, bowls for separating ingredients, mixers, spoons, whisks and the like. With three of them helping, they got them done in nearly no time so by the time Clair got back he was drying his hands off with a towel. "I bet we got done with our task before you got done with your task," he said as if they were five years old and then flashed Clair a smile.

It was nice there. Maybe not so much the farm part, but the family part. Each one of her siblings and her mother offered a different sort of connection with Clair but he was pretty sure that even Izzy would come to her aid if she should ever need it. That was a pretty powerful and wonderful thing in his eyes.

Soon his time there on the farm would be coming to an end but he was grateful to get a taste of what this lifestyle was like and he was more grateful to get some insight into what made Clair Fernandez who she was.