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Lifting his nose to the air, a sudden urge came over him. He could feel her in his blood, so he took in a deep breath to calm whatever it was inside of him. This woman drove him bat shit crazy, and she knew it. Finally he turned around pulling his hands from his pockets. "Ah, Ms. Echoes, what can I do for you today?" Joram spoke quite fluently in English as well as Italian, and it was clear where he was from in his very robust and strong accent. The scent of jasmine filled his nostrils, she was heaven sent and sadly she was almost exactly what he needed. Maybe she would let him snort a few lines off her stomach, but that was completely out of the picture for him. No one really knew what it was he did on his own, but that was exactly it.

"The sound of your heels on the stone floor is too hard to forget," smirking down at her he crossed his arms over his chest and looked on. "Other than that, what can Doctor Mortelle do for you this fine afternoon, you're looking rather sinister, something not working out for you too well? Rodolphus not answering your owls? Or is it something more, it has to be the something more, because you only seem to come find me if you're in need of something, and I know that face all too well Integra." With a laugh Joram's smile was impeccable, and there was not a thing about him that she wouldn't want. He was a pureblood wizard, he passed his classes, barely, and he was great between the sheets. It was what he lived for, and now that someone from the Slytherin house was seeking him out aside from Rodolphus Lestrange was amazing. "Tell me, Teggy, what do you want? I mean, it's going to cost you either way, all I want is access to an all exclusive pass to the next Slytherin party. That is it nothing more. I'm sure you could do that for poor little Joram Mortelle, no?"

A grin spread from ear to ear as she spoke and leaned against the wall next to him. "Ah, just as I had expected from you. Very well, I have a couple bottles of whiskey up in my trunk. Should be enough to kill you. Seems I'm in the liver slaying business afterall." Watching as she finished off her flask, the smug ass grin that spread across his sappy face stayed permanent.

"Ah, the other brother, what's his name? Rabastan?" Testing the name on his tongue only for a moment he shuddered. "I don't like it, Rabastan, it doesn't flow like his brothers, Rodolphus, much smoother. Rabastan seems like a stiff board to me in case you were wondering, easily mouldable too. What it is that I cannot believe, is you're actually involved with him, he seems like a prude to me. Anyway, you can fill me in or we can leave it at that, no matter. Come along." In the last statement he pushed himself off the wall and started off toward the Hufflepuff Common room.

When they made it to the basement Joram turned to look at Integra, tapping the correct barrel with his wand he sighed and pulled her along through the tunnel, and through another hallways toward the boy's dorm. Opening the black chest at the foot of his bed, Joram pulled out two rather large bottles of liquor, as well as another black bottle with a silver 'M' placed meticulously in the center. Patting his pockets to make sure he had his corck screw he nodded. "You can sit anywhere you know, mostly everyone is gone, at least the boys aren't here right now, so feel free to get all sauced up." He chuckled as he handed her the bottle. "Or we could go else where, if this doesn't suit your fancy."

Laughter rolled off of him as he sat down next to her. "I do have a question for you, if we were to bang and you're dating him, would that give him grounds to do the same to you? Also, would it hurt you if he was sleeping with other women, or men for that matter?" Jorrie looked over at her and smiled, he was always fond of her stomach and pretty much everything else about her, but he wouldn't go as far to date her. He was a reckless individual, true, but Integra was psycho and if he were to date her things would get recklessly psycho, like they normally did when the pair were together. "Social move or not, you are his first girlfriend from what I heard through the grape vine, whether he actually meant to ask you out or not that is something you need to ask him. I'm not the knower of all." Winking he pulled out his small plastic baggie of Coke, and looked at her.

"You know, I have always been impressed by how clean you are, gimme some room." Integra's shirt rose when she flopped down, but there wasn't enough room to dish out a straight line. Oddly he felt safer snorting a line off of her skin than he did any other surface in this room. Face it, they were in a boys dorm and we're all aware of what happens when no one else is in. "Alrigh, stop breathing for a minute." She did such and he lowered the small straw he nabbed from the kitchen earlier. Snorting up the white contents was something he loved so dearly. It has become his vice when sex wasn't readily available and now that Integra was involved with someone else, he would respect those boundaries until he was given permission. Sure Joram loves the hotties with the naughty bodies, but he wasn't a home-wrecker and for that he would wait.

Sitting up a little more, he let his back rest against his head board and pulled her up into his lap. Their fingers entwined and Joram looked down at her. She was rather beautiful, but that was it, nothing more. "Well, as long as he's not livid with you I don't see there is to be an issue. I'm actually glad that you did what you did. I cannot stand her for the life of me, among other reasons, but it's mostly on a personal level with me." Shrugging, Jorrie's free hand found her hair and he ran his fingers through the black, slightly tangled mess.

Why exactly would Rabastan Lestrange want to be with Integra Echoes of all things, Joram would much rather not be caught in the halls with her as her boyfriend. After all that is just a silly thought. "I don't know Teggy, I really can't say. Maybe he feels sorry for you and doesn't want you to throw your life away, not yet at least. He's completely different than his brother which makes him hard to read, but from what I gathered he doesn't really do anything for himself. Rabastan hasn't really done much at all now that I think about it, aside from mending things that are broken. Shall I say, it seems to be something he's rather good at. It was a good while until Jorrie spoke again, he was thinking about how to respond to her questioning tone toward the incident a few years ago.

As for what happened in his, er, I don't know what year it was, but there was a huge scene in the Great Hall. I think he spent a fortune on this one girl he wanted to go to a ball with and she ended up turning him down. I think she was a Ravenclaw named Brie Abercrombie, don't quote me on that. It was horrendous, not only did she turn him down, it was a bad decision on his own part as the Abercrombie twins are half-bloods. So not only did he feel shamed for being rejected, he was sort of ignored by the rest of the Slytherin's for even conversing with the poor girl. Putting that into perspective, I think it was a dare by a few of his friends, but they didn't realize he actually had feelings for her. Rather tragic I would say." Joram kept stroking her hair as they lay there talking. He seemed to be rather philosophical at the moment, but that was the reaction his body had with the cocaine. Only Integra knew his secret about the drug use, but that was as far as it went. He finished talking to let the words sink into her as he took a drink off his own bottle of whiskey.