She smiled at him, "As you should be."
After giving him a moment to wonder if he should have asked, Clair started to explain.
"well when I said Your Royal Highness, you might have heard Highness's, well you were correct to hear that, because after that i said City Slicked butt, and then my brain gave me the image, of you with a slick butt from rubbing it on the city!" She broke into giggles again, as a few tears of laughter slipped out she wiped them away, "Sorry, but it's just too funny!"
She grinned, finally getting over her self, "Well, It's not natural to do this, walk on a lead, so in a sort of way we are taking away the feeling of fear, but i think they enjoy it, nonetheless."
She thought for another moment, "But, I mean, Cows are Cows, and like humans they are all different, some are lazy, others are not so much."
She patted the calf, Jet seemed like a less lazy girl, maybe she liked how Clair treated her, who knew? "What kind of cow are you? Lazy? Or none lazy?" She smirked, never in her wildest dreams could Clair be lazy, she gave everything she had into everything she did.
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@Simon Kincaid

"I - " Simon paused in his thoughts on trying to come up with an answer and just shook his head. "Clair, I can't even begin to figure out an answer to that sort of question," he said and shook his head at his friend. What kind of...cow...was he? No, it just didn't work and his mind went blank even trying to attempt an answer.

"You ever feel stressed when at home? You know - with all this?" he asked. Now, he wouldn't call himself or anyone in London lazy persay, but they did have a lot of extra free time on their hands because they weren't tending to animals. There was a lot of time that needed dedicated to the care of these creatures. Time that he spent on playing the piano or the guitar, time he spent on writing music, time he spent with his books or off with friends. Did this sometimes become cumbersome? Stressfull?

"I just mean there's a lot to do. I couldn't keep up with it day after day." He knew though that Clair enjoyed it and that she enjoyed it very much. That would help. Plus, the world needed farmers or where would they be? He understood the importance, he just thought it was a lot of work for someone to take on.

"stressed? Why would I feel stressed? This is my life, all I've ever known, I'd feel more stressed in the city, or at Hogwarts, where I have no idea how to live, where Magic is a new thing to me, or in the City where all the people gather together and all the people fight each other, That is where I'd feel lost, stressed." She smiled, because what she spoke was what she believed, if it was been switched Clair in the city her whole life, Simon on the farm his whole life, well then she was sure she would have been very stressed about it all, "But could you? Why don't I ask you a question, how can you keep up with everything in the city? The honking horns the rushing cars, the city buses, the rushing people, how do you not get lost get stressed?" This was something she had always wondered, yet she felt she knew, Simon bad lived in that his whole life, it was normal for him, same as farm life was the normal thing for her, and magic was a normal thing for a wizard born witch or Wizard.
"Should we do your make up soon?" She asked, patted Jet.
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@Simon Kincaid

He smiled widely when she said that the the city was where people gathered together to fight each other and he could see some odd fight club scenario play out in his street of South Kensington or maybe a version of Westside Story. You'd have the mild Indian man who owned the general store two streets over with two long loaves of French bread in his hands and Mildred and Earl Rollings, the elderly couple next door with their gardening tools. Surely the old couple would win out because Simon and Clair both knew what shovels could do to someone...

But then again, there were more people in the city and he understood it to some extent. He was desensitized to the hustle of it all but for an outsider it could seem like a lot. People in a hurry could be interpreted as being rude. "Yeah, same, I suppose. Just all in what we're used to."

"I guess I just like how there's always something going on. Even if I can't sleep at midnight, I can go to my local rink and there's an adult league hockey game going on. Or I can walk around the park. There's symphonies and orchestras and bands that play in indoor amphitheaters that I don't have to worry about being outside. There's people - people to go to when you need help or to talk to to or just to lend a helping hand."

"Maybe over Spring Break you could come visit me? Return the visit." Just like he was doing there. "Maybe you can see what's it all about or reaffirm that you'll forever be a farm girl. ...As for the makeup, I said coverup. There's a big difference."

Clair looked at him, "Ick, don't you find that creepy? like being able to just go where ever? does your Aunt Maggie not get upset about you leaving randomly?"
she thought about how angry Misty would be if she woke up to find Clair just gone.
"The city is so big, you could be stolen, or get lost, or or anything!" she paused, "It's would be so scary, do people not get like run over and hurt in the city?"
Clair smiled, "That would be so fun, I'm sure Mum would be fine with it, but would your Aunt Maggie?" she grinned, "I mean she might know my darkest secret." she joked, by darkest secret she meant that she knew Simon, that could be very dark, in a way.
she looked at Simon with mock offense, "Would i ever not be a Farm girl? I don't think I can loose that, not even for my life." she let Jet back into the pen, and took off her Halter, "If you want to bring your girl in we can go and Cover your face with make up" she smirked, her plans and Simon's plans for make up were most likely different, she was thinking of making him look pretty.
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@Simon Kincaid

The cows were led back where they needed to be and Simon hung around while Clair did any last minute whatevers that she needed to do. It still seemed a little crazy in his mind how Clair thought city life was so crazy and busy when in reality that's what the farm life seemed to him - always something to do. He could tell that it would make one good at being efficient and balance their time and probably why Clair was so good at her assignments at school.

They made their way from the barns an into the house where Clair and Simon went their separate ways. He went down to Belle's room and took a shower and changed into a new set of clothes, de-farming himself for the day.

He didn't have to look into the mirror to know that he would have a sunburn from the horse ride. Never did he spend that many hours outside at once without knowing what he was risking here. Sure, it was Winter and sure there was cloud cover and tree shade but he knew it still would have an effect. Just slipping his clothes on caused a slight pain.

It wouldn't be so bad. It would subside by the next day and if he were at Hogwarts or home he'd just lay in bed, throw on some music, and zen out for awhile. But not, they'd have dinner and it wouldn't be polite to stay shut up in Belle's room, avoiding his hosts. He pulled the hood up from his sweatshirt in case he ran into Belle or Izzy or Misty along the way, and went to Clair's room, knocking on her door. "Clair, it's me."

After the cows were put away, and Clair had finished her chores in the barn they had gone inside, Simon bad gone to belle's his room, and Clair had gone to hers she had changed into something that did not smell of farm, and then she had gone over to her trunk and looked at her wand, she ran her fingers down it, feeling every curve and bump, she smiled as she thought about what she had done with this wand, and she was not even halfway into her first year!
she looked at the Walnut wood,
it's black handle, she wondered what Unicorn had given it's hair to let her have a wand, had it died to give her her wand?
she pushed that thought away and thought about how fitting it was that she had a wand with a core from a animal, and how she loved animals so much, then she heard Simon, she put her wand down quickly and pushed the lid of her trunk shut, before standing up
"Come in." she called, brushing off her leg, even if she had changed, she still had farm stuff on her pants, that's what happens when you live on a farm, the dirt, hah and straw invade your house!
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@Simon Kincaid

As he walked in, he brought his hand through his hair, still damp from the shower. He had made it a quick one, especially since water pelting down on him didn't feel very good on his burnt skin. He probably already looked pretty red and he felt a little ashamed of it because this wasn't how normal people reacted to limited exposure to the sun. Most people could be outside for the length of time he had and not shown any bad side effects. He wasn't human though, was he? It was in these sort of times he felt most uncomfortable, vulnerable even maybe. He knew Clair wouldn't judge him but he did feel rather self conscious.

"Hey," he said to her and looked around her room although he had already done so the first time he was in there. He always had appreciated how people decorated their own bedrooms because it shed light to some of the things that were important to them. "Alright, I'm trusting you here. Be gentle with me," he said as he pulled his phone from his back pocket, swiped open his Apple Music, and clicked for it to shuffle the songs from his library. The first to pop up was titled " 'S Wonderful" by the BBC Big Band Orchestra.

Clair smiled as Simon pulled his hand through his hair, you had to smile, Simon bad something about him that could make anyone smile, even if they had just learned very dark news.
She watched him look around her room, she then looked around her room, "is there something wrong?" She asked, feeling worried that Simon seen something that she did not see.
When Simon said to be gentle Clair giggled, "You a baby now?" She teased, she got Clover from her cage and handed the rat to Simon, "Ok, you ready, Baby boy?" She pulled out the make up kit, which was the size of a small tackle box, that she had snatched from her sister's drawer, she opened it up, the first layer was something called Blush, the next layer was something called fountain, and then the rest was eyes liner, and a bunch of other things that Clair had no idea what to do with.
"Soo, what should we do with this stuff?" She poked a stick that had little brushes at the end, into some of the stuff that said blush, "I'll admit I have no idea whatsoever what to do with this stuff, you know what to do?" She looked at Simon, and back at the Make up kit.
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@Simon Kincaid

Since she poked the brush into the blush as she asked about what they should do with the stuff, Simon reached out and placed his hand over Clair's and smiled, slowly easing it away. "I've done this a time or two or more," he admitted. Simon watched her as he took out a different sort of brush from her hand since she had a bunch gathered there and he went to a completely different makeup product called foundation.

"Foundation or concealer will work. Your sister is a bit darker complected than I am," - Who wasn't - "but I think I can make this work. I'll try to neutralize it with some of this over here." It was a white sort of powder, probably for highlights. It wasn't like Simon was an expert or anything but he did hang out with a lot of girls, he was raised by one, and he did have to apply this stuff more times than he'd like to say.

He looked in the mirror as he began to gently apply it to his face, trying to ignore the fact that it hurt. He didn't like to be vulnerable in front of others, especially someone like Clair. He glanced over to her, meeting her blue eyes for a moment before looking away.

When it came to being a dhampir he wanted to do nothing more than just shut himself up in a room all alone and have no one look at him. It was in these moments he knew how different he was and it was in these moments that he didn't feel human. He felt more monster that just paraded around as a human and tried to lie to everyone including himself.

"I'm sorry, Clair," he whispered. He wasn't quite entirely sure what he was sorry for but he knew that he was and he felt the need to say it.