Pirates of the night (Joram)

Italy was a big part of his life, the event was filled with some of the most desirable passion he had ever felt and sneaking away with Rodolphus was something he happened to be most excited for. Still he was excited when they had their private little moments hidden away from the eye of the public, and even more so when Rod was finally willing to walk down the hall with him. Occasionally holding hands now and then, but they would work on that. Being outed in front of everyone who was at dinner that night was possibly the most horrible thing anyone one of his best friends could have done. Sure Caitlin and Joram were on good terms with each other now, but Joram was still hurt and embarrassed. Cait's stunt at dinner within the walls of the Mortelle Estate was almost just as embarrassing, but he still couldn't fathom why his once best mate would have said something so personal. He trusted her. Not to mention the racial slurs that came from her mouth. Black Dago. Clenching his jaw for a moment, he was certain that tonight he would be sleeping with the Snakes. If it wasn't for the idea that he needed a bit of comfort, but he also missed Rod's scent.

Leaning in one of the darkest shadows of the entire dungeon. His corner. Joram could easily hide himself in the black, and he could even move along it as though it were apparation, yet untraceable by magic. That was how he could get the goods in and in such large quantity. A body was close and he could smell the faint scent of cologne lingering on his skin. Crinkling his nose up slightly he stepped partway into the light. Able to see Sebastian clearly and vividly he had to make sure the boy could see him too. With violet eyes he scanned for any hostility. With the recent events he's been on edge much more than in the past. Normally he would have tried to bed the Ravenclaw, but not now. He had too much to live for. "Evening Sebastian, what's caught tickling your fancy?"

Quietly Joram looked over his own attire and brushed off the front of his shirt. Adjusting the ever full messenger bag over his shoulder Jor crossed his arms. Crossing his legs at the ankles as he found himself leaning against the opposite wall lingering in the light from an overhead torch as it cast eerie shadows along the stone path.


(( Don't apologize, I hate starting threads too! ))

Joram found that at Sebastian's words an eyebrow was slowly being raised. Sex, drugs, rock and roll. It all seemed so distant to him now. The sex he was getting happened to be the best possible fuck the school had to offer in it's time, the drugs, he supplied them so there no doubt that his clients were getting the best. The rock and roll. That was a suggestion for another time. Sure the boy was fantastic on the guitar, but he was shy when it came to his own music. Jamming was different, but his own songs proved difficult to perform to an audience of more than just Eddie.

Then he touched him. Sebastian's hands were soft against the five o'clock shadow Joram had been harbouring around his chin and lips. A small shiver ran through his body at the touch of his client and with that Jor took in a deep breath. Clenching his jaw for a moment he looked over to the boy with a look that read a loud and clear really?. Sighing Jor closed his eyes and forced on one of his most prized smiles. "Honestly, it's not all it's cut out to be. You get to sit and watch every single one of your friends die. You get to drink blood like everyone else believes, but I won't fry in the sunlight. Does that satisfy your morbid curiosity? And might I add that I am also a pureblooded wizard. So no need for that aggressive attitude."

The smile was still lingering and he took in a deep breath. Offending his client was the last thing on his list, and he's dealt with all sorts of them. Catering mostly to the pureblooded members of high standing families, whom of which also accepted him as one of their own. Not to mention the sorting hat was tempted to place him into Slytherin, which he wouldn't have been too hurt over. Considering the spends most of his day in there and even the night. "What are you in the mood for? I have two bottles of Vintage Mortelle Barolo, A mixed Mortelle Red," lifts the bottle out to inspect it in the light of the torch. "One bottle of Chardonnay, that seems to be selling a lot this month and Mortelle Black. So what will it be Sebastian, ol' mate?"

Scouring the boy's face for any incentive was apparent. Impatience over came Joram which so rarely happened. For years he had catered to those who were members of the purest of families, and never once had he a problem with any one of them, until now. "I'll have you know, my family has been in higher standings with the pureblooded aristocracy for years. Longer than your father or your grandfather have been around, so I would watch your tongue, Black Dago." Choosing his words wisely was something that had become a sort of art. Joram knew that Sebastian was from Palermo just on the Northwestern most area of Sicily, so he was aware that the term was just as offensive to the boy as it was to himself.

Pulling out a few bottles of the best white he carries and a couple bottles of Firewhiskey. Joram eyed the silk bag before him. "Five-hundred works well enough. I have a few different types of whiskey as well." Fishing in his bag and pulling out a rather peculiar shaped bottle with a very clear amber liquid inside. "Parker's Heritage, it's a bourbon but extremely sought after by most of my clients after they get a small taste. It is an American whiskey, but do not be fooled by it's origination. Parker's Heritage let's the whiskey age for fifteen years. It's very smooth and goes with about anything. To be honest I prefer to drink this without mixing. Straight on the rocks and down the hatch. Proves for a very relaxed evening."

Sebastian's next few words hit him like a ton of bricks. Joram has had enough shaming in his return to Hogwarts from the winter vacation at home with pretty much everyone who wasn't going home, or didn't have anywhere to go. Vincent Mortelle, opened the doors of the Mortelle Estate for anyone and everyone, with a few set rules. It was rather pleasant to say the least.

There was this night that stuck in the forefront of his mind and every time something horrible was happening all he had to do was remember it that fevered night. Rodolphus had slipped out of Vincent's room and down the hall to Joram's. Everyone had bailed to their respective counterparts and he was just laying in his bed staring at the ceiling as though he were waiting for something to happen. Here comes Rod. At first they just cuddled in his bed and really only talked about their day and how Vincent kicked Rod in the shin while getting up to sneak off and sleep with Nadya.

With a small chuckle he was brought back to the reality of the situation. Here stood Sebastian questioning why he had the right to sleep with Rodolphus. Clenching his jaw a little and looking at his feet, Joram tried to think about it. Surely he would be laughed at. "Yes, I'm fucking Rod, as you so crudely put it. And does it really matter if I'm a vampire or not? Like I said, I'm a pureblooded wizard and he sees that. Everyone does and they haven't questioned it. Until you. It doesn't make me any less of a person or any less of a wizard, but you're the only one who seems to have an issue with me being a Vampire." Shifting in his stance slightly Jor eyed the seventh year before him and shook his head. "I'll be flat, we're dating so I suppose that it more than fucking." Nervousness took hold of the boy and instantly his hand rose to the black beads around his neck, fiddling with the one thing that was more important to him than anything else. Pulling the cross from his resting place he began to twist and twirl the crucifix between his fingers.