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Created Fractions (Bones) Apr 10, 2013 17:34:25 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 17:34:25 GMT -8

Jessie’s mouth dropped open. ”Wait just me? The hell did Ah do beside try to help some kid Ah’d never seen before,” she demanded of Joram, following them down the hall. Why would she own him anything at all. Technically this was a favor only for Eddie and had nothing to do with her, except for the fact she wasn’t just going to send him off down the halls looking for help all beat up like that. When Joram explained what his father would have done, Jessie was a bit relieved they had found Joram instead, since she really wanted to get this thing over with and back up to bed.

”Sorry Eddie, I really wasn’t payin’ attention to what they looked like as they ran like cowards back down the hall,” Jessie said then laughed. ”As for a smart one, I don’t remember that, but if you say one was smart I’ll take your word for it.” The dark haired American rolled her eyes at the back of Joram’s head. Why the hell would she have been looking for help if she was going to go in herself. She was rash and foolhardy, not stupid and suicidal, even if it came across that way sometimes. But Joram’s next words earned him a glare from her. ”I never asked ya to do anythin’ for me. It ain’t my wand that ended up in someone else’s hands.”

Why in the world was Joram being such a jerk right now. She just couldn’t figure it out. Had she done something she didn’t even know had offended him? That seemed the most likely thing, but then he should say that instead of just seeming pissed off at her; and then be pissed off. Jessie continued to follow them, mulling it over in her mind when Eddie turned around with an adorably apologetic face, put his hands together and whispered that he’d make it up to her. She smiled and shook her head to tell him that wasn’t necessary. ”So what do you want from me Mr. Mortelle,” she said rather stiffly.

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Created Fractions (Bones) Apr 11, 2013 21:02:20 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 21:02:20 GMT -8

Joram let out a laugh for a moment before they pair went into describing them. Listening intently he nodded. "Seventh years, my favorite." Clapping his hands together Jor peered over his shoulder for a moment and shrugged. There weren't any teachers in the hallway, but he tilted his head back and took in a deep breath, they were in the clear and he nodded toward the portrait. "Don't worry about it Eddie, I know how to deal with the Slytherin crowd." A smile curled at the edges of his lips and Violet eyes moved toward the passageway Jessie and Eddie came out of.

"You are stealing my clients that's why, with your moonshine, that's why I've been pissed off at you." Being blunt seemed to be the only way he could get through to her, damn Americans. Taking the glare with full on assault Joram waved his hand behind him. "You can either come with me or not, but you're not allowed in the SCR, I'd rather not start an intense brawl, especially if they're who I think that are." Feet hitting the stone floor with a light pitter pat due to the style of shoe. Joram had a thing for Vans and wore them until they were no longer wearable. "I want you to stop handing out alcohol that's what I want. Your moonshine in the GCR seems to make my clients drop like flies. At least Sirius still goes through me. Mentioned something about... tact. I don't quite remember." Clearing his throat Joram turned and pushed up against the other side of the tunnel. Stepping out into the dungeon corridor he looked around came quickly to a wall and whispered the password after letting his foot tap a stone.

Jessie and Eddie still happened to be climbing from the passageway, but the wall swung open to reveal the emerald green and silver common room for those sorted into Slytherin. "What does your bag look like Eddie?" Even though he could sure sniff it out, Joram wasn't about to let them in on what he was.

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Created Fractions (Bones) Apr 14, 2013 18:49:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2013 18:49:06 GMT -8

Joram got ahead of the two of them pretty quickly, and Eddie stalled to take a few moments to really apologize to his new friend, or who he hoped was his friend. “I’m real sorry for getting you all caught up in this.” He smiled meekly, “It really isn’t fair, and I will make it up to you.” he said firmly, “Was gonna offer a cake or something, but what with you saving my arm, and with what he’s asking of you, sounds like I’m gonna owe you more than that. I’m sure we’ll come up with something though.” He hoped they came up with something soon though. Being in someone’s debt made him anxious. It was part of the reason why he tried to do most things by himself, and hated receiving gifts. He always felt like he owed everyone something bigger in return.

He stuck his hands into his pockets and kicked up his feet as they trudged down the tunnel halls. “So, moonshine, eh?” He laughed quietly, “Wow! I haven’t had that in years! Don’t tell Joram... but...” His eyes danced down the hall to make sure his friend was out of ear shot and leaned down to her to whisper, “I’d love to try some one day! Just for old times sake.” He hushed up as the neared Joram and made a motion of zipping his smirked lips before turning to the boy.

Eddie watched as the wall swung open and was impressed, “Well, ain’t that secure and secret like!” He laughed, peering in. Like Joram had suggested, he was going to wait in the hall, even though his curiousity ached to go in. He didn’t want to hinder the chances of getting his bag back though, and was sure that Joram was capable and friendly enough to get it back by himself. If not, well, then Eddie was going to feel like a complete dick for letting his friend go into enemy territories without back up.

“It’s my leather bag.” He explained, but went into detail encase his friend didn’t remember the object, because, let’s face it, if Eddie had been in Joram’s position, he wouldn’t remember either. “It’s a light tan messenger bag with one big pocket for my books, and two smaller pockets on the sides, as well as two latched ones on the front. The whole thing is covered with a flap that clips in the front.” He leaned back on his left heel and tried to think what else he could give the boy to help his search. “I had my astrology text book in there, my frog, a bunch of random junk, and my wand- which I guess is the important one. It’s only about nine inches long, made of green ashe, and it’s just straight and plain, like a tapered, bald pencil.”

“That help at all?” He asked, with a sweet smile.

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Created Fractions (Bones) Apr 29, 2013 16:57:39 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2013 16:57:39 GMT -8

Jessie stopped dead in her tracks for a moment before walking quickly to Joram’s side, glaring at him. ”So what was your big idea then. Just be pissed at me from afar instead of comin’ ta talk ta me? Are you a man or a boy, ‘cause yer actin’ a lot like a little boy who just lost his first crush.” Jessie wasn’t exactly pissed off at him, she was more frustrated at how he had handled the whole thing. How was she suppose to know she was stepping on any toes if those toes didn’t wander over to her and tell that. The American girl growled slightly and rolled her eyes. ”Ah ain’t gonna stop making it, but if that’s the only thing you’ve got against me, there’s got a be a way we can work something out.”

She dropped back a bit figuring he’d need some time to figure something out. She also planned on letting him make the first suggestion of two; let him feel like he was in charge of this little problem. Jessie looked at Eddie as he began to ramble out an apology. She waved it off. ”It ain’t yer fault he’s sore about a few lost ‘customers’ as he says. There’s plenty of rich folk in this school he can sink his claws into, but Ah ain’t gonna start a turf war over somethin’ as stupid as some moonshinin’ in my first year here."

Now that they were going, Jessie hung back a bit, mulling over what Eddie had just said. She was also hoping the Joram hadn’t heard the other American go on about trying some of her shine, the last thing that needed to happen was for the Hufflepuff to over hear that, get pissed off at Eddie and at the very least refuse to help the boy get his things back, and at the most attack him. ”Hush Eddie. Like Ah said, Ah ain’t lookin’ for any more trouble than I already got.” Of course Joram wasn’t the only ‘trouble’ she was referring to. There was those tabloid like rumors that nasty Raven woman had put out. They had really made Jessie stop and think for a moment, but she couldn’t change the past, only how she moved forward. She refocused on Eddie and Joram just as Eddie finished giving him the description of his wand.

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Created Fractions (Bones) May 1, 2013 16:04:04 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on May 1, 2013 16:04:04 GMT -8

Joram heard the conversation going on behind him even though he didn't want to, but it wasn't going to piss him off if Eddie wanted to try a taste, that was his business. Not to mention Eddie wasn't exactly his customer yet. Soon the pair had caught up to him and Joram just smiled listening to the description of Eddie's bag and wand. That would be an easy find, not to mention the scent would probably be all over the satchel. "Cool, I'm sure I'll be able to find it, no problem. Just stay out here I don't want any trouble between you lot and the Slytherins and I can't afford to lose these people on my client list."

That was when Jessie opened her trap once more. Turning to her in the open doorway his eyes narrowed and he placed his hands on his hips. "Look, I don't give a fuck what you do, but if you ever so much lay claim to the people I've been so dedicated to for years. We will have bigger problems than this. Also, you have no fucking idea what I've been through. You don't know how big my client base is, nor how many people I have wrapped around my finger. So if I were you, I'd fucking pack that shit up and stop handing it out. Or I'll make your time here a living hell." The normal sense of peace and clarity had all but vanished in the eyes of Joram Mortelle. It was replaced with anger and malice, with a little dash of hurt.

"And before you go on talking about crushes and the like, stop fucking around with my friends, selling yourself for love." Sure Joram had heard about her urge to get into Rodolphus' pants, the sure win of exotic English man and American. It made him sick just thinking about his boyfriend ever laying a finger on something so horrible and diseased. With that Joram stepped into the Slytherin Common Room and let the wall close behind him. Instantly with the rage he had built up his feet came to the stairwell that lead to the seventh year boys dorm. He's been in here before many times for booty calls. Truth was, he happened to crash here last night.

Evan was sitting on his bed right next to the door ignoring the boys who had crossed the line and were now digging through the backpack. "Hey, faggots. Hand that shit over." Crossing his arms, Joram towered over the dolts that had taken Eddie's things hostage.

'Oh, so you're now a muggle loved Whor-Whor," The larger of the group managed to spit out and Joram just laughed.

"Actually, no, I'm just helping out a client of mine who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unless you'd rather me cut you off from your own supplies, you'd better hand over that shit." The fear in their eyes had grown in size as the backpack and wand, as well as all of the belongings, followed by a frog of some sort was placed in his hands. "Thank you lads, and tomorrow at eight, same place as usual." With his arms full of Eddie's things he came back down and pushed open the door out into the hallway where Eddie and Jessie were standing. "There you are mate, everything should be there."