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Enzo had woken up rather early, mind unable to sleep any longer. It had a tendency to happen whenever he had been drinking heavily and yesterday night had been ridiculously heavy. He hadn’t had a night such as that one in quite a long time, and definitely not one where he had crashed a car into house. Because he had been up for hours, he had left the house for a little fresher blood than what was offered in the Salvatore residence. He had been back upstairs for an hour by the time he heard footstaps “I’m sure Stefan will appreciate the delivered breakfast. From what I hear he’s a big fan of feasting on all things furry or feathered.” He let out a huff of amusement at Sage’s assessment of his driving skills. “It was pretty good for a first go.” It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to just try it again. “And also a life lesson that you shouldn’t trust your car to a century old drunk vampire who’s never driven before.”

  “Mm.” she detested with a nod. “If that’s the case, then, we’ll let him waltz his constitutional right to be a pansy.” she dismissed with dry belittlement in her voice.  “And the blood bags— I tell ya, Damon’s always had a little bit of it in him, too.”  Sage added on with blatant criticism.  “Just needs a little reminding; outside this ‘gluten-free, and kale eating’ bunch he’s got here.” She toyed in a cheeky manner. Sage was always about enjoying the pleasures that life as a vampire had to offer. During her stay here, she was going to see to it that it was actually fun, and not a snooze-fest. “Wait until you get a load of the good stuff. Monster trucks, sports cars, motorcyles...but, you-” She pointed a finger at him, moving it up and down twice. “you’re a monster truck kind of guy, I can tell.”

Harry fought back a groan. He should have known that this was what this was about. Cormac was all about Quidditch, he’d bit his ear off about it last year and he was lucky to escape the talk this year. “You missed, no redos. Reserve keeper or nothing, it’s only fair.” He should be grateful that he was letting him be a reserve keeper. Letting out a breath, Harry continued, “You’re good, but you need to fix your attitude if you want to really be on the team.” There, he said it. Cormac was a downright jerk half the time and he didn’t need someone like that on the team. 

[ cormac mclaggen ]

“Is that a confession?” asked a man’s voice. The sound of boots drew closer, “Valentine, I presume?” He unholstered his arm, “Hmph, I don’t see why the others had such a hard time catching you…”

                                                                                         [ faye valentine ]

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