All My Star Dust (VEL)

Joram was bored out of his mind. Integra was just too busy with her life and Rabastan, Rodolphus hadn't talked to him in a while and he was starting to worry. Sure his sales were through the roof lately, but the friends he had seemed to be all caught up in their own lives instead of worrying about the sixth year Hufflepuff. Regulus was a quick lay and a damn good one, but he paled in compairison to the king of sleaze.

Strumming his fingers on the wall for a moment, Jor carried his beautifully carved guitar with him through the hallways. His need to write songs was high these days, and especially with Parents weekend haunting his mind. For being the party boy and the boy who slept around with over half of the school he was oddly alone. Joram Mortelle didn't have a date to the dance like he surely thought that he would, but flying stag had its perks. All of the girls being neglected by their dates, and here he was the knight in shining armor to just pick them up and sweep them away. Atleast that was what he had planned to do.

Sporting a tank top and a pair of tight fitting jeans that hugged his scrawny legs. Joram shrugged a little, looking over his shoulder he dodged out of the way and slipped into the shadows. Flipping open his messenger bag and pulling out a small object wrapped in black latex. From the darkness of the crook in the walkway, Jor cut himself a line and let it rest on the ledge. Plucking a muggle bill from his wallet the long haired boy rolled up the dollar and let one end rest at the edge of the powder and the other to his left nostril. Making certain no one was watching he inhaled sharply following the white line. Cocaine. It was his addiction as of late and it was only progressively getting worse.

Hugging the wall tightly and blending himself with the shadows; violet eyes watched as a boy was making a beeline in his direction. Listening to the footsteps as they grew near, Joram was thankful for being a vampire right then and there as it made for an easy hiding spot within the shadows. Rubbing his nose to free it from the powder and clearing off the ledge from the forbidden substances he looked down the hall as if he heard the footsteps fade and leave, but his eyes met a boy dressed in some sort of sweater and the most ungodly of jeans. Really? He played guitar and he was wearing something like that?

Placing his substances within his messenger bag, Joram's hand went to his nose as he felt the metallic liquid run freely from his nose. "Well fuck...again?" Muttering to himself as he wiped the blood onto the back of his arm forgetting that he was sleeveless he shrugged. Joram hated this part as it made him ravenous. Stepping from the shadows Joram pulled the black 'wine' bottle from its place in the bag. Stepping closer toward the kid with the guitar as he carried his own and a bottle of wine he looked up. "David Bowie, really? I mean, sure he is cool and all, but everyone seems to have moved on to better things." Joram completely forgot about the blood that stained his arm and the possibility of it staining his nose as well.

"I honestly prefer myself some AC DC and KISS, but my dad still believes that Judas Priest and Black Sabbath will take control of the rock industry." Certainly Bowie was not lost among his ears as his grandmother loved the man. Vincent, his father, was sure that rock and roll will strive and thrive. There were many secrets the Mortelle family had under their skin, and no one would exactly know about them unless they got close. Joram himself held secrets and he didn't exactly trust that easily. One of them being that he was a vampire, secondly he was an addict to more things than just drugs, he was a dealer on top of it all and lastly he was not straight in the slightest. Limit girls was cool and all, but Joram felt that he could fall in love with a man.

The boy's accent seemed very odd to Joram, but then again so did everyone elses. The normal Brit accent wasn't apparent in either of the two, but being around them for a long time would indicate that Joram's was starting to turn from the thick Italian to an Italian-British style. Something that turned even the most whimsical woman into mush. At least that was what he liked to believe. To be honest, Joram hated David Bowie, that guy was just wierd and his music reflected that. "Oh yea, I've heard it, but they're a little old you know. That album only peaked at number five in 1972, it's 1976 now man. Time to get with the times!" Joram laughed and inhaled sharply as he rubbed his nose again. Lately he's been seeming to forget about the after effects of the drugs.

Blinking a little he nodded at the offering of a kleenex. "Uh, yea sure, thanks mate." Licking the paper he rubbed away the red from his nose and tried to clean up his arm as best as he could. No biggie, it was just his arm and it could have been from anything. "Sounds better on an electric than it does and acoustic, but you know it. I grew up listening, er, trying to get my dad to turn down the tunes. Sort of grows on you at first. My cousin would hate you by the way, damn shame you seem like an okay sort of guy." Joram, of course, was refering to his older cousin Adeline who happened to also be a sixth year Ravenclaw. She was extremely upitty and also happened to be a beater on the House Team.

Setting the case down, Joram crouched low and unlatched the beast. Inside lay his most favorite item in the entire world. An acoustic guitar made out of a dark set wood with very prominent M's as inlays along the fret board. Fine hand painted detail lay across the body, leaves and grapes draped over the back where an extremely tasteful, yet lovely signature lay on the back. To top it all off the guitar itself was a true lefty. Joram had to learn guitar on a restringed guitar that was once his fathers in order for him to play it proper as a left hander, but this was his guitar, and his alone. As much as he wanted to hate his father, he couldn't whenever he pulled out this piece of artwork. "Er, I don't mean to show you up in the guitar department, but my dad is kind of a freak."

Laughing a little he looked down at the kid and sat down, the two of them were similar in age, but Joram was just a little scrawnier in comparison, but he was taller by far. Kicking off his slip-ons, Jor felt better about playing without shoes on. It was surprising as the hallways were so cold, but the Hufflepuff boy had no issues with the cold. The only time he really struggled was when Ezio found him piss ass wasted under a tree by the lake in a blizzard. That was what it seemed like at least. "I guess I could play some KISS."

Picking up at the next set of four, Joram nodded and tapped his feet on the floor. Music filled his ears like running water. It was his favorite thing when he just wanted to let go, and even better when he was high. Without the knowledge of blood running from his nose, no one would have guessed that he was doped up. Opening his mouth to sing, Joram matched the notes, but they were much higher and more feminine, just like his fingers moving over the fretboard, forming the proper chords. Closing his eyes, this just reminded him of getting ready in the morning during the summer. Once noon rolled around at the Estate, KISS or Black Sabbath could be heard through the hallways. That meant his father was up and getting ready. Needless to say it took the entire album for Vincent to finish getting ready.

"My dad would kill you if he saw you playing like that." Joram cackled a little as the boy seemed to go a little ape-shit with the guitar. "You're an American aren't you?" Letting his guitar lean against the rock ledge, Joram crossed his feet at the ankles and looked up Eddie with pure curiousity.

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Sorry if there are some obvious spelling errors I was in a hurry!

Nodding for a moment after the pair finished their minor duet. It was nice to know that there was someone else in the world that could share such a love for muggle music. Joram was not made aware of the whole Muggleborn thing, but he was certain that Eddie was not even remotely aware of the whole 'I-am-a-vampire' thing. Not like it mattered in the slightest, but it would still alter the influence. It was all a sense of perspective. Screwing and hanging around with the Slytherin folk would most definitely alter the mindset and that was what happened with Jorrie. Sometimes, like today, he could care less about the back story and lineage. No issues what-so-ever. That was his nature and he would hold onto that like it was nothing.

Joram was a very open individual and he was used to the constant breath on the back of his neck due to his nature, but also his obsession with sex. The boy is an addict to more than just drugs, he could get anyone he wanted into his bed with a little nudge and assurance. It was no doubt that he could probably get Eddie into the sack if he wanted to, but did he? Mind reeling all the way back to Rodolphus and the heated affair, now that was something he's never experienced, the passion behind the both of them was enough to light a house on fire, and needless to say it surprised him that things went as far as they had. Not once in his entire life had he let go of everything, he's never told anyone that he loved them. Especially in the nature he told Rodolphus.

"Eh, my dad is more or less a freak in general." Lips cracking into a wide smile, Jorrie looked over the kid sitting next to him. Could he get him down into the basement and in between the sheets? Maybe. "You're all over the place is all. My dad would be whipping your knuckles." The laugh was out of his lungs before any more words could follow. His slow heartbeat was climbing vigorously and he had to slow the hell down. "I'm Vicente Joram Mortelle the Fifth." Violet eyes moving over the very smooth skin of the boy before him. "But Joram works just fine, usually if I'm called Vicente I'm in serious trouble. Or you could even call me Five, but it only makes since if you're around my grandmother." Hands connecting, Joram looked over at Eddie as he pushed a strand of his very straight hair behind his ear. "Er, Hufflepuff, and yea sort of. More or less my butler taught me, but lately my Dad has been showing me the ropes of a great musician."

Nervousness caught in his chest and he forced it down. There was no point in looking like a blubbering idiot before this kid he hardly knew. American. "That's cool that you came from America, I'm from Italy myself." Joram's eyes locked on Eddie for a few moments and he had to break contact or he would have jumped him. Fishing into his messenger bag he pulled out the notorious black bottle and let it meet his lips before replacing it. "If you need anything at all, be sure to let me know. I have a few areas that I specialize in, if you ask around I'm sure you'll understand."

"Yep, the Fifth. My family likes to keep the names of all first born sons the same. Vicente Mortelle. But really I implore you to call me Joram." With that a smile spread across his lips as he looked over at Eddie. Talking about home made the boy sick to his stomach just a small bit. Italy would forever be the place he called home and like his father he probably wouldn't move off the property if at all possible. It was an Italian thing, surely. "It is lovely country isn't it? I don't know what my grandfather would do if an American came and tore down our house. Probably kill them." In a moment he looked up at the ceiling and shrugged. Not exactly sure where he wanted to rest his eyes, but Eddie's face was rather good looking. Weighing the options in his head about taking the boy back to his dorm, or preserving the innocence. On the other hand he's never shagged and American. There was this attempt at a lay a couple days ago with a girl named Jessie Jameson, but hell, that girl was two fucks from Sunday, batshit crazy. Too much baggage and Joram didn't need any of that garbage.

Kicking his feet lightly. Joram continued to stare at the boy as he spoke. The words that came from Eddie Muler were rather articulate and very well formed that Jor had to adjust himself just a little. It's been too long and there was no possible way he was going to get through the night without a shag are a handy. "I will be sure to take you up on that offer, be forewarned it may be a little out of the blue one day." A chuckle came from Joram's lips as he stared on.

The kid next to him was more than interesting and Joram wanted to do much more to him than talk, but it was a preference only a few people were comfortable with. "Oh this, yea a little bit. My family runs a vineyard out of Sicily, this particular bottle is really only meant for me. Mostly everyone at the school knows not to touch it, but yea there is a little alcohol in it. My dad says that it does the heart good, and the staff happen to be aware that I was pretty much bottle fed this stuff when I was a wee lad." Stretching out he looked over at Eddie again. "I have this thing for alcohol, what can I say? Anyway, yea it would be cool to jam with you again. I haven't played in a while, been really busy writing a song for this girl I like, but haven't played anything for myself you know? I could ask my dad if he wants to help get you back on track."

Tilting his head to the side, Joram could hear the faint sound of footfall from around the corner. The gait was familiar to the young Hufflepuff boy, more than it needed to be and he shoved everything into his messenger bag. Purple eyes locking on Eddie's for a moment before a tall, very lean and wild haired man turned the corner. The man's pants were super tight and very revealing to say the least, but that was just how he dressed. A long coat was pulled over his shoulders and a lot of chest could be seen under an abundance of scarves, a rosary and a few other neck chains. "And this, would be my father." Joram looked away and toward the floor. His cheeks burned red.

Coming around the corner, Vincent was bored out of his mind. A bowl of icecream in his hand as he turned to see his son. Of course he could smell him before he saw him, but still the thought of surprise crossed his mind and the grown man was completely disappointed. "Oh good, you're not busy snogging this boy. I had a question for you Jorrie, and friend." Vince had always been a very out going individual and there was nothing that could have stopped him from that. Living for two hundred years could do that to a man and Vin wasn't about to give up on his freedom. Even at such an ancient age he was a kid at heart and would forever stay that way, unless the circumstances required him to be serious.

"I was thinking of throwing a huge party at the house, in Italy, what do you think?" Vincent found himself leaning against the stone wall of the walkway and giving Eddie a very smooth look. "Also, if you want to bang him, you may as well just come out with it already. Beating around the bush isn't going to get you anywhere." A laugh erupted from the chest of Vincent Mortelle as he looked at the Ravenclaw kid sitting next to Joram. "I'm only giving him a hard time, don't be too put off by it. Anyway! I'll see you both in class. Seems that I'm picking up Care of Magical Creatures, so be sure to be prepared to be put to work. This magical creature isn't going to take care of itself!"

Vincent had never been to secretive about what he was, but the way he said it made him sound like a sex machine, which wasn't entirely a lie. The man could totally score any woman or man he wanted to and that was merely the tip of the iceberg. A good thing about being so out going was the ability to talk and persuade anyone into anything he wanted. It wasn't the fact that he was a vampire, not in the slightest. Well maybe. Sure he had the quick and agile reflexes, but he had no means of magical persuasion, Vincent Mortelle could swoon anything that moved. Even that boy his son was obsessed with.

Joram's cheeks were on complete fire. Vincent, his father, had just gone and revealed every possible secret the boy could have harnessed within the confines of his own mind. Eddie's quick tongue managed to get a nod from Vincent himself before he turned the corner and was gone almost as soon as he had appeared. Jorrie on the other hand continued to stare at the ground. "Yea, something else." Breathing out quickly Joram pushed himself up into a standing position and started to put his guitar away.

Sadness could be heard through the very core of the Hufflepuff boy. Honestly, a lot of the guys at the school wanted a piece of his ass and it wasn't entirely a secret. Especially since his father wasn't straight either, but the fact that he went out of his way to embarrass him like that hurt, maybe more than it should have. This was exactly what Joram hated about Vincent. When he was born he lost his mother in child birth, just like that boom, motherless. Vince was sidetracked with his own life, though excited to have a son, he found no emotional attachment to the boy and thus Joram was brought up mostly by his grandmother and their butler, Antoni.

The silence that spanned between them seemed like it could go on for eons and eons, but that was impossible, wasn't it? "Yea, you're more than welcome to come. I know he won't complain about you going. Seeing as he's probably already invited half of the school." Joram forced a laugh and stood up a little more straight. "I'm sorry about him though. Always getting into business that isn't his own. So, since he practically gave you my life story. If you need any hard liquor or other favors feel free to ask me. Somethings come at a price, somethings are for free depending on my mood, but you only need to ask. I'll be sure that you get an invite to Italy, and whatever party Rodolphus and I decide to throw next, that is if anyone wants to come. The Nighthouse was a huge flop and I'm not really sure we've recovered from my father giving everyone back their galleons."

Taking in a deep breath again he looked at Eddie. "So if you're wondering the answer is yes, but not that far. Both actually. I know what you're thinking and yes, that is the answer." It was hard for him to actually express the words on his own, but since his father was already aware it didn't seem like it mattered. "Go on, start with the gay bashings and get it over with, all I ask is that you keep your moth shut and don't tell a single soul. Especially not Adeline, she's in your house and she'll blab to the whole school." That was his worst nightmare.

Looking down at his hands for a moment after setting the guitar case back on the ground. Joram eyed the kid sitting next to him. Clearly Eddie was not like everyone else he had met, but that was more or less because Jorrie surrounded himself with the pureblooded folk. It was a beautiful thing and he did believe in the pureblood community as a whole, but his views were different. Sure he would like to become a Death Eater like his grandfather, but there were too many factors to play up. It would be cool if he could follow the footsteps of every Mortelle before him, but Vincent didn't want that for his son so Joram was taught to be a neutral party through the entire thing. That didn't mean he was going to follow the rules his father put in place, especially after this little encounter.

What surprised him more was the fact that this American didn't actually want to bully him for his preferences and that made the boy smile, just so slightly. Joram had been through what seemed like hell and back in the last few weeks and he was beating himself up for even making a move on Rodolphus. Trying to brush it off as though they were drunk, Joram knew that wasn't the case and it had been eating him alive. He would die alone and that was that. Sure his Grandmother attempted to make things better, and knowing that she was okay with him being this way made it easier. It was the fact that his father had the balls to call him out in public next to a kid he hardly knew. "Thanks mate." Joram's voice was quiet as he continued to stare down at the ground. It was nice to know that there were people out there that didn't give two shits what preferences you decided upon, but still. Eddie knew, and that was one more person he would have to worry about blabbing if something happened.

Ears perking up as Eddie spoke about not being entirely straight either. In all honesty it shook him to the core ever so much and that Joram's eyes made complete contact with the Ravenclaw boy's before him. Friend. That was a new thing to joram. He had clients, acquaintances, and people who generally just looked after him. Jorrie's lip twitched to the side ever so much as he continued to look at Eddie and listened to him explain.

With his hand, Joram let their skin connect in a brief shake. "Sure, and sorry if I seem like a little bitch. This is just the tip of the iceberg." Swallowing sharply the boy's lips turned up at the corner into a stunning smile that he used on girls mostly, but since Eddie sort of came out he may as well work his charm.

Joram's lips stayed curled at the ends in a smile which only widened more when Eddie had admitted that he was a bitch. That was all he needed to know, but Joram had more connections than anyone would believe. He was also a pureblood, which being in the Hufflepuff no one believed aside from the Slytherins he hung around with. That happened to be most of the time anyway. It was a rare occasion when he was caught in the hallways talking to a Ravenclaw, but Eddie seemed like an okay guy.

"Oh hell no, I'm not going in, on, near or around the lake. You couldn't pay me to go in there." It wasn't an irrational fear he had in the slightest. When Joram was younger he went swimming in the Mediteranian Sea with Antoni, his butler, and was swept down by a strong under current. Ever since that day the closest Jor came to swimming was in a pool that only happened to be waist deep and no deeper.

What did Joram do for fun? Well right off the top of his head he could name a few: drinking, sex, snorting cocaine, partying, smoking pot with Cait. In all honesty he couldn't think of anything fun to do that he could involve Eddie with right off the top of his head. Scraping his brain for an answer he said the first thing that came to. "Scope the school for a hottie?" He laughed, it wasn't a lie in the slightest, but Eddie really made him think.

"We could always go to Hogsmeade and spend some coin. I know a way out of here through the Forest if you want." Joram shrugged. Maybe pulling the boy into the forest was a bad thing, but the things that go bump in the night wouldn't mess with Jorrie.