Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Jan 18, 2014 10:19:21 GMT -8
There was a new hop in his step as he trolled the hallways for his next client. A young Gryffindor girl waves him down, and a smile swirled about his lips. Being personable was important in this line of business as well as compassionate and firm. Joram moved down the hall to the corner and pulled out a few bottles. Fifth years were the best, they knew what they wanted and usually drank too much. A small bag if coin fell into his hand as he counted out what he was owed. Being honest in this trade was important to Jor, because if he ever got caught jewing a client he could lose more than he gained.
Slipping the pouch back after pocketing the counted out amount, Joram rose his hand to his forehead and saluted moving back down the halls. Pockets heavy with coin and heart light as a feather. March. He's been with Finn for about two weeks and it was glorious. Everything was glorious and he had nearly forgot about the drama involved with Rod, but Addie brought it back full circle. She had to talk to him, because Jor sure as hell wasn't going to say anything.
In three months he would be out of here. There was no point in coming back considering what he wanted to do didn't require NEWTs or graduation from a wizarding school. No, what he wanted to do required money and a business mindset, things he already had. Perhaps a business degree wouldn't be such a bad idea either, but the thoughts of school after this year were clouded and fuzzy. Joram ran a hand through his long hair as he moved through the hallways and checked his supply. A smile on his face wider than it had been in months. It was softer and more full of life. Maybe it took trying to off yourself once and someone to reel you back in and hold on tightly. That had to be the lowest of lows, but now there was hardly an urge to snort or shoot up. It all seemed so worthless. It made him feel worthless that was for sure.
There was something in the way Finn's hands and lips felt that pulled him in and they urged him to be a better person. Rubbing his forearm, Joram looked down and sighed. What a huge mistake that was. They would hunt him and Finn if they didn't respond to calls. And if any of the others knew he felt that way they would surely torture the hell out of him, out of them. There he went again being lost in thought if only for a moment. Slowing down to a halt, Jor looked out the arched windows at the world as it was changing from a bleak winter to warm spring. Jumping up on the ledge and leaned back and pulled his bag up into his lap. If anyone needed him in this moment they could come find him.