To Withstand The Force Of Storms || Joram

The parents had all come into the great hall, doting on their children like they haven't seen them in ages and loving on them, but Joram sat alone at the Hufflepuff table. Parents to his left and right, even in front of him. Caitlin's parents hadn't shown, but her older brother did and they were talking away. All three of them had smiles a mile wide upon their faces. Hell, even Issac's mother showed up. Eyes shifting to the Slytherin table he realized just how, quiet, they all were, but their parents were here as well, but Joram's father was off talking to other people, instead of spending the time with his only son, whom he just so began to rekindle the lost love. Rubbing his face the longer haired Hufflepuff looked down at his barren plate.

He had had enough of the Great Hall, watching his father chat with other parents. He was a teacher of course, but this was parent's weekend where they get to spend time with their children and celebrate their achievements within the walls of school, but Joram was left sitting at the Hufflepuff table alone. Vincent's voice could be heard across the hall as he laughed with some of the other teachers while he was left to sit at the table by himself. Eyes were getting a little misty, he saw Rabastan and Rodolphus sitting uncomfortably with their parents, Lucius sitting with Abraxas, Justin with his entire family. Mamma Mortelle sitting with Antoni and Chloe, even Adeline had the complete attention of her father.

Pushing himself up and out of his seat during dinner was something Joram Mortelle would have never done, not unless his plate was clean, but there was nothing on his plate to begin with. Keeping his head low Jor tried to hide his face until he got outside into the cold air of the night. The sleeves of his robes met with his eyes as there was something greatly wrong with him. Letting his feet carry him across the lawn and into a very secluded courtyard he looked up at the sky just wanting to go away from everything. He could hear his name being called from behind him, three of them actually. Strong and warm arms wrapped around him and he lost it. Letting his face fall into her chest he just sobbed as she held him.

Joram had seemed to do a lot of crying lately, and it normally only happened when he was sober. Not one person at this school would ever understand what it was like to be a vampire aside from another. At sixteen years old the one thing he feared the most was losing all of his friends, but that wasn't what happened to be tugging at his heartstrings. No. This was totally different. Fingers digging into the back of his grandmother as he let everything out. A loss for words didn't happen very often, but neither did the feelings he had held in his chest. If there was anyone in the world that would understand just so completely how he was feeling it would be her, his Grandmother, who had seen the world come from pure chaos into peace and only to plummet back into the darkness.

Vivian was one of the people he could trust with anything at all. It didn't matter the subject as she was always there and always willing. Unlike his Grandfather who had completely disregarded his existence just like he had his father, and the fact that his own father was too busy with his own reputation to leave his son sitting alone as all the other parents gathered with their children. As much as he didn't want to admit it Joram needed his dad. A headache was curling up in the back of his skull as he continued to dampen Vivian's sweater in a nice little circle. Her hands were rubbing up and down his back as she tried to soothe him, but there was just too much going on that he didn't even know where to begin.

The once lovely straightened locks that fell from his head were now a tangled mess, damp from the constant stream of tears. "Why am I such a failure Mamma?" His voice was silent as he spoke into her bosom. She was there for him all the times his father would blow him off to go score a hooker or get doped up on some sort of drug. Joram tried his hardest to understand why his father had pushed him away, and now miraculous after eleven years wanted him to be in his life. Even then it was on again off again. Like now Vincent didn't even consider his feelings, his existence anything, all he cared about were the people he worked with and making strong long lasting bonds. "He doesn't even...realize I'm here. It's like...It's like I don't have a place or that I mean a damn thing..."

Words were broken between the sobs as he was still cradled within his grandmother's arms. Antoni was more of a father than Vincent ever had been. "And then..." Trying to catch his breath and the words stuck in his throat as he buried his head into her more, clutching onto her like she would go away if he didn't hold on for dear life. Arms shaking and convulsions coursed through veins. Joram Mortelle had hit the lowest of low. "He has the audacity to show up at a party Rod and I were throwing like it was nothing, take all of our funds and then lose them all into the jackpot. So we walked away with barely anything. I mean, what kind of parent lets their son gamble and drink like it's nothing." Shaking his head as he still hung on for dear life.