Closed Welcome to my home pv Simon Kincaid

Clair smirked as Simon got hit by a few branches in the face, being taller might have added to the problem.
"so you very into music then? That's cool, Music is good for the mind, it helps you remember things, music playing people have a higher IQ then non Music players and so on" she shrugged "You know the common knowledge"
At Simon's next question Clair snorted, not in a mean way, just a way that showed she found it a funny question, "No silly, well yes a NIGHTENGALE spelled N-I-G-H-T-E-N-G-A-L-E is a bird, but a Martingale Spelled M-A-R-T-I-N-G-A-L-E is a leather strap that goes from the saddle's girth to the bridle on the Horse, it keeps the Horse from lifting his head higher then it should be, like Blaze is doing now, where I have to look around his head to see where I'm going." She explained and then pointed at Spark "That is her Martingale." Spark's was black and a little more shiny then Blaze's Which Clair had forgotten to put on.
"They come in all different styles colours, designs, see Blaze has a Breastplate, and his Martingale attaches from that to the bridle, not the girth." She pointed to the breastplate that Blaze was wearing, "This is his less nice one, it's older then the other ones he has, which by the way he has a lot."
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@Simon Kincaid
Martingale:

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One of Blaze's breatplates (the one he is wearing now)

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"Huh," Simon said, thinking it over a moment, trying to comprehend what she just said. So many terms he didn't know when it came to horses and farming and everything else in Clair's world. She was very knowledgeable on it, and it made her seem more like a Ravenclaw. He didn't figure there were fancy things for him to learn about city life that if Clair ever came to visit him in South Kensington she would have to know, but then again perhaps. There were the best places to go to eat, the best places to go for music, the best places to go for fun, and there was things to learn like how to navigate The Underground.

"You know, Clair," he smiled and glanced over to her, glad that Spark seemed to be behaving more than some of the other animals on the Fernandez farm. He quickly paused to duck under some branches that they passed, "I think your horses, hell...ALL your animals for that matter, have more accessories and belongings than I do."

Not only did they have special classifications of different things, but they had multiples of the same thing. It was kinda cool though, it showed they were well taken care of and looked after. Maybe he didn't always see eye to eye with the farming life, but he could tell that Clair and her family seemed to enjoy it.

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Clair laughed, "You think so? i bet you have more sun glasses then Blaze had breast plates." she thought for a moment "He has only a few, Sadie had more, but I had to throw it all out because the peed on it and wreaked it all. Blaze only has a few, one for showing, one for trail rides, one for parades, one for Barrel racing -which is safer then broom racing for your info- one for road riding and then like 5 others that Belle gave me for Christmas, every year I get a new one."
she ducked as another branch tried to hit her, "Spark only has a few things, mostly because Spark is Dad's old horse, so I'm the only one besides Belle who even will look at her." ever sense Her father had died Spark had been left in the field to eat grass and get over weight, when Clair had turned nine her Mother had bought Blaze as a birthday gift, that had been when Clair had decided she wanted to pick up what her father had left off. her father had trained Spark to drive when she was still young, as well as ride.
when Clair had asked her mum Misty had been against the idea saying Spark was too wild and untame.
Belle had then started to work with Spark, the young mare slowly working into shape again.
at this point Belle and Clair were now bonded to Spark again, and Spark now trusted them.
Misty and Izzy still only cared for the horse feeding, watering and having vet checks when needed.
but by the time Clair was ten the team was hitched and Clair was learning how to drive them.
"Maybe later if Belle allows it we can take the team out for a wagon ride! the snow will be gone by lunch hour anyway."
"Of we can see the other animals, which ones do you want to see next?"
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@Simon Kincaid

Which ones did he WANT to see? That was quite a question, and Simon glanced over to Clair and gave her a bit of a smile. He loved that animals were her thing, he really did - they just weren't his thing. "Well, haven't we seen them all?" After all, they had seen the goats and the sheep and the horses.

And that didn't take into the account of things he saw in the distance like the cows and the chickens from when he first arrived. "It's probably a good thing, this farm. I'm sure it keeps your mum and Belle quite busy," and gave them a good focus so after Clair's dad passed, they had something to strive to keep a hold of. "Do you have other help? Anyone that helps out when you and Izzy go back to school? I imagine it could get overwhelming pretty quickly."

And while Belle could probably slip some magic here and there to get something done in a jiffy, he knew that Clair's mum wouldn't be able to do the same.

As they walked more they were finally away from the branches. Simon was quite sure he probably had a good scratch or two on his face from being hit but luckily they weren't too deep, not even deep enough to bleed or anything. Up ahead was the stream/river that Clair had mentioned, and Spark seemed to perk up a bit at hearing the moving water. She must have been thirsty!

Clair grinned, "Nope, there are Chickens, A donkey, Turkeys, pigs, and a llama"
As they rode closer to the river Clair noticed how excited Spark was getting.
Pulling slightly on the reins she slowed Blaze to meet Sparks strides, something Belle had trained the horses to do.
"Yes, I do agree, it helps them keep busy, stops them from thinking about Dad, i don't know where we would be if Dad bad not wanted to come back to his childhood country, if he had not wanted to take over my grandparent's farm."
She sighed, and then noticing how Spark was getting overly excited she reached out and took hold of Spark's reins, Applying pressure to the reins, "She needs more pressure, hold the reins tighter, so there is no slack."
She frowned, "Well, my old nanny, Marven, he comes over and helps, but I don't think he helps all that much, i think he just eats our food and talks to Mum. We also have a few hired hands, Charles is the main one." She paused "Belle's fiancé was our hired hand, but then they fell for each other and he left the job. I swear that if i meet my future Husband here I will not be surprised, Izzy dated one of our past Hired hands, he left after she broke up with him. Of course she only broke up because he was a muggle and she had to go to Hogwarts" Clair smirked " that was last summer's drama"
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@Simon Kincaid

"Man, some girls must go for guys who can farm and tend to animals, huh?" Simon said as he shook his head and sighed. "I'm missing out on a whole potential here." He smiled over to Clair. ...As if the boy didn't have enough prospects. "Mia Anderson, back in London, once told me she liked the dark blond type but with blue eyes. That was crushing. Devastating. I mean, brown eyes are great too and it's not like mine are boring brown, they're a golden brown, like the color casted upon the world an hour or so before the sunsets. It's beautiful and it's unique. Mia never quite understood what she was missing. Some day she'll see it, I'm more than just a pretty face and a good kisser."

The boy needed to get over Mia Anderson.

"Seems like Izzy needs to learn to catch a break," Simon said, getting back to the topic at hand. He did feel bad for her more than any of the Fernandez ladies because she seemed the most stuck when it came to their father's death. Mrs. Fernandez still had her cooking, Belle had her fiance, Clair had her questions upon questions and the animals and her getting into trouble at school, but Izzy was in this frozen moment of time. If Simon knew her better, maybe he could help her but he didn't.

Spark decided she was ready for a drink and whether Simon wanted her to, or Blaze was leading her or not, she went over to the river and knelt down to take a drink. "Want to stop and have lunch?" Simon asked. He wasn't hungry, but getting under a bit more shade did sound good to him.

Clair grinned, "I'm sure some boys will fall for me too, I'm very strong, Wise and independent" these were all the things Clair felt proud about, not to mention that she had taken tons of lessons in Marsal arts, attacking and defending, everything.
"well, your missing out on ME! Which is a very big potential, if you ask me." She grinned, she had said it as a joke, hopefully Simon would not find it.... Annoying or rude.
She grinned when Simon stated that Izzy had to catch a break, "Dude, take your OWN advice, forget about Mia whatever her name was, you've got that red head now, and one day you'll have....." She stopped, no she should not say anything, let him figure out on his own.
"Izzy. Yeah she needs to move on, but I don't think she knows how, what she needs is a person to take her mind off Dad, I've tried to hook her up a few times, but it's hard, when your not supposed to be In Hogsmeade" oops, she clasped her hands over her mouth, no one was supposed to know she had been there, except the prefect who had seen her and scolded her for it.
"Lunch? Yum yeah Sure" she stopped and jumped off, then tied Blaze's reins to a tree, the sandwiches she had brought were mushed a little, but she handed Simon one, "Here, lunch...." Her mind was still on her Hogsmeade spill, why had she said that? Should she tell Simon not to tell her family? Nah, he would most likely not have noticed right?
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@Simon Kincaid

"Mia Anderson," he corrected her, not wanting his precious Mia to be 'Mia-whatever-her-name-is' no matter the circumstances. Someone as amazing as her deserved more than that every moment of every single day.

The horses welcomed their break while Clair helped instruct Simon how to get down in an effective manner - you know, without falling or anything. He succeeded and then he took the sandwich from her. He was never much a fan of sandwiches - but then again he really wasn't a fan of anything. He would grab a water from the small bag he had with him during the ride and mostly drink that during their break. "Does one's legs always hurt after riding?" he asked, coming over under a tree for some additional shade and sat down. This farm life - it wasn't for him.

He took a drink from his water and stretched his legs out a little. It was as if they didn't know how to be straight anymore. He looked out to the area that surrounded them, the stream was there, but mostly trees. "You know, having us not be able to go into Hogsmeade until third year is a bit much - considering that school has had tents fall down on people, hags within its walls, and who the hell even knows what else. But yet, we're not supposed to go to a nearby wizarding village for our protection until Year 3?" He shook his head.

Simon smiled a little, figuring the way that Clair struck her hand over her mouth when she said it that she must have gone. He had gone several times. "Did you get caught or something?"

"Oh sorry, did i mess up Mia Anderson's name?" She said Mia Anderson in a mock love way, the way she spoke about Belle's boyfriend, in a lovey way.
When Simon asked if Clair had been caught or something the Ravenclaw girl snorted and looked at Simon, "Are you kidding? It was very unfair, I mean sureee, I did go there, but i mean did a prefect have to cruelly send me away? No, she could have let me stay, I did not get detention, but I did get a very long lecture, about; Markus does care for you, he is like a father" she paused "I don't think Decipio knew that i DON'T HAVE a father, but anyway. and how hags and a bunch of other things killed students, blah blah blah." She paused and grinned with a look of pure happiness, "I promised not to go back till I'm 13, so next year, I'll go back, I'll be 13 and I can just hope that she is not there, and well I'll need to get another Slip, because a certain prefect took mine, the meany."
Then she realized that she had not yet really answered his question "So yes, I did get caught, have you gone there? If so have you been caught? By WHO?" Question after question, that was just Clair.
She took a bight of her sandwich, chewedand mad a face, "I forgot the mustard, sorry."
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@Simon Kincaid

"I've been there on several occasions," he said. It was easy too especially when he knew about the one passageway that his older friends in the Hufflepuff house had told him about, even taking him for the first time there. He had been there several times since, to shop, to just get away for the day, for some music inspiration, and even got snowed in before the holidays in one of the shops with Winter Wolfhartz.

"No, I've never been caught. You've gotta be smooth and not get caught," he smiled, teasing Clair. "No, I'm only kidding. I've never talked to her, but out of the prefects she does seem to be rather intimidating. That, or maybe just because she's older. Or maybe the hair." Always the hair with that boy. Of course he'd be distracted and intimidated by an older, pretty, redhead.

He picked a little at the sandwich. "It's okay if you didn't put mustard." It really wasn't as if he was going to be eating the sandwich anyway. He did appreciate the thought though and he hoped that Clair wasn't going to take it as rudeness. Some did, but he figured she probably knew him well enough to know it wasn't.

"Gotta try to keep that record clean, Fernandez. Who knows who will be looking at your file when you leave Hogwarts. Any ideas on what you think you'll end up doing?" It was one of those things that some knew before they got on the Hogwarts Express their first ride, and some probably struggled with all through their Seventh Year and beyond.