The Disappearing Act | OPEN [FINISHED]

Joram's eyes were closed as he bounced on the balls of his feet still singing. His bag of illegal substances off to the side halfway packed up because he was so damn distracted. The way his soft black hair fell about his face when he moved was ethereal, there was quite a bit of grace in his foot movement as well. Barely a sound was made as he bounced and it was more than just the type of shoes he was wearing. The lighting in the room reflected off his impossibly perfect Italian marble like skin.

Contrary to popular belief, most vampire were not savage. In fact most of them were rather sophisticated, understanding how to handle their lives in human like settings. Though there were a fair share of rogues that ravaged the land. They weren't as dangerous as some believed. This school has been his since he set foot here in his first year, at fifteen. It was hard to deny the name Mortelle. They either related it to the gypsy seer in divination or the pint sized street-pharmacist. Being what he was gave him the ability to move freely within the walls of Beauregard, as well as the walls of the world. Thank the Lord for shadow-stepping. The ability was reserved to those of the being variety. Impossible to achieve by those of human lineage, where witches and wizards must learn apparate. While those of magical human blood could learn to apparate, a taintblood could not.

Instantly Joram turned around at the sound of Toby entering his private space. Here, Joram, could be as he was, there was no need for a false front. There was no need to pretend that he was straight. Joram choked up as his wild and unnatural violet eyes fell on the Equuleus boy. The song playing as Jor waved directly toward his phone, silencing the sound without a word. "You speak a word of this and I will obliviate you back to your third year. Understood?" Jor fixed the front of his coat softly as he eyed the boy. "Is there something you need from me?"

Joram breathed in deeply as he watched him. Everything he had done was in preparation to keep his business secret. His orders were secret. His behind doors life was also a secret and here was Toby Greenly. Invading it like drugs invaded families. Like alcohol invaded conversation. Sighing as he listened to his list of demands, Joram crossed his arms. Licking his lips patiently. "I'm not spazzing. You're just... Infringing on my..." Fuck what was he infringing on? It wasn't like the room of requirement was his. It's not like he rented out this time block or anything.

"I know who you are, Greenly. I know everyone at this school. If not on my own, through my father, since he practically lives here." Again Joram breathed out. He didn't need to be this mean to the boy. Really, but ever since the incident with his dad, and when Laurie saw him crying. And then the conversation with Rhett. It was a lot to take in. Jorrie was so far deep in the closet that the beings of Narnia knew him by name.

Perhaps it was that, but it was more so the fact that he had spent every year since he was thirteen hiding who he really was. "Your Irish Whiskey sure sounds rather French." The smell of whatever it was that needed moving wreaked havoc on his nose as he scrunched it up and took a few steps back. "If you want me to move that, I need to know what the hell it is. I'm not going to sell something in doses that could kill someone with one small hit. I also require a cut. And if I get busted with it, you're going to have to agree to take the loss and not hold it against me. 60/40, the forty being you. Since I'll be doing the legwork it is only fair. And just this once. I usually work solo. Less drama, no offense. I also don't like people getting too close. Too many secrets that way. I'd hate for someone to sell me out."

As Joram always did he listened, carefully. Word for word and he looked to Toby eyebrow raised. Taking a step back as he pushed off the wall. It wasn't that he didn't trust him, it was the fact that he didn't trust him fully. "Look, I'm sure, it's all fine and good, but I don't know how clean this is. You may have tested it over and over, but my clients expect good and clean quality." The thing with Joram as a dealer, was that he only let his people get so fucked up before he cut them off for the week. He liked having them around and as he noticed Kristian's order increase. Vampire or not, Kris needed to be harnessed in, but he was sure the man could handle himself. Poor guy was starting to speed ball.

"Unfortunately. I know what, drugs can do to a person so I won't be smoking it with anyone. The only high I need is the one I get from back alley drug deals. Sure, it makes you look cool, but it's not really worth it. Even... if... I'm..." Joram's lips shifted to the side and he rubbed his hands together. "Nevermind. I'll see what I can do." The Mortelle Family had a history of abusers. His father being one of them, and until recently he has sworn himself off of the alcohol. Even Mortelle Black, which was an interesting mixture.

The blonde haired Corvus girl noted the way Toby's face flushed when he looked at her and she looked down for a moment. He was cute and nice, and she did agree to a date. She was still getting used to being around guys though. Joram never really bothered her for some reason so she wasn't uncomfortable around him.

Looking down she hadn't notice anything about a book as the vampire went through his stuff, only noticing his look when she finally looked up. But she had no idea what kind of look to give back. Or what his look was even about. The fact that she was a little bit out of her comfort zone was probably apparent to anyone who knew her very well. To those that didn't, it wasn't entirely apparent. The way she shifted her sketch book slightly could easily be explained as finding a new comfortable way to hold it.

"Sure Jorrie, I ain't in a hurry."  Leaning against a table, she rubbed her cheek slightly, forgetting about the graphite on her hand. "How're you doin' Toby? I haven't seen you in a few days."