A 15-year-old boy with long black hair reaching his shoulders and bright green eyes. He has a tall, lean, muscular build, adding to his striking appearance. Jason's personality is friendly and open; he engages easily in conversation and shows an interest in others. Despite his Slytherin lineage, he doesn't exhibit the stereotypical traits associated with it---he's not cruel or cunning but rather witty and somewhat sarcastic. He also demonstrates an affinity for flying and reading, suggesting a dynamic character who enjoys both physical activities and intellectual pursuits.

Jason Grim sat in one of the Hogwarts Express cabin's black cat beside him and a book on curses in his lap. He was a tall, lean, muscular boy, 15 years old, with long black hair to his shoulders and bright green eyes. He was already wearing his Hogwarts robes, and a bone-colored wand lay next to him on the seat. A bag full of books and other random magical paraphernalia sat next to him, contents barely restrained by the bulging fabric.

Cassie Tyler was hurrying towards the train, pushing her luggage in front of her, worried. She was late, and for her it was very unusual. The 14 year old girl was very punctual and being late made her very uncomfortable, but this morning was the worst morning she had in months, and she couldn't do anything about it. It was just unfortunate, and everything went wrong. Cassie had long, curly blonde hair that she used to tie with a ribbon so it wouldn't get messy, and dark brown eyes. She was shorter than most of the other girls, and she was quite thin as well. Some random sixth year student helped her to get her luggage on the train and she began looking for a compartment. She sighed as she realized that most of the compartments were full, and she had to go all the way to the back of the train to find some place to sit. Finally, she reached a compartment that didn't seem to be crowded. She opened the door and noticed a boy sitting there. "Excuse me," she said politely, "can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

Jason looked up, taking in the sight of the beautiful girl. He nodded, his green eyes gazing into hers. "Sure,I'm not saving these eats for anyone." He said, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. He set the book aside, obviously intent upon having a conversation with this newcomer. "So, where do you come from?"

Cassie smiled as the boy gave her permission to stay and walked in, securing her luggage in a nice corner so it wouldn't bother her in the way. She took the seat in front of the boy and straightened her skirt neatly. She looked up as the boy began to speak, she was a bit puzzled. Cassie's mind was still somewhere else, and it took her a moment to understand that the boy was speaking to her. "Oh, I'm... I'm from Ramsgate, it's a small town in Kent," she said and shook her head a little, "where are you from?" She leaned back, letting herself relax. The train started moving, and she could finally breathe like a normal person. Only then she realized that she didn't even introduce herself. "I'm Cassandra by the way," she said, "well, people call me Cassie. And you are...?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Cassie." he said, extending a hand. "I'm Jason Grim. I'm originally from York, though I moved to London last year." He noticed her slightly lost look. "You okay?" he asked, gazing into her eyes. "You seem tense." He said, leaning back into the seat, the black cat crawling into his lap. "Oh, this is Phantom, by the way." He said, stroking the cat.

Cassie smiled at the boy who introduced himself as Jason and shook his hand. He looked nice, and not as loud and crazy as the other boys she met on her way to the train. Why were they screaming and chasing each other? Cassie thought to herself that she will never be able to understand boys, and then she noticed that her thoughts drifted away once again. "Yes, sorry," she said quietly, "I just had a very rough morning." She could feel her cheeks turning red—which wasn't surprising, she was quite socially awkward—and she covered one of them with her hand to cool it down. Cassy hated to blush, but it happened a lot and she couldn't fight it. She looked at the cat in Jason's lap and smiled. "That's so nice," she said, "all I have is my stupid owl." She gestured at the cage on the top of her luggage. Inside was a sleeping tawny owl, and Cassie sighed. "Her name is Spring, and I hate her," she said, "she was my mother's and she's quite old. She's also lazy and sleeps a lot. And when she doesn't, she's just really annoying. I wish I could have a cat, but I can't really afford it. Anyway, how are you? How was your summer?" she tried to sound casual, even though casual conversations wasn't really her thing.

Jason laughed when she complained about her owl. "You think your owl is too lazy? This thing here sleeps half the day." he laughed, stroking Phantom's head. "I'm sorry you had a rough morning. Hopefully the rest of your day goes better." he said, smiling. 'It's really cute when she tries to hide her blush.' He thought, then realized that he had just met this girl. Though, he was finding her very attractive. "So, do you know what House you'll be in?" He asked.

Cassie smiled at Jason, enjoying the way it was so easy and nice to talk to him. Slowly, she was forgetting all about her terrible morning and all of her worries. "Well," she said to answer his question, "I come from a long line of Gryffindors, and my parents told me so much about it, so... I don't know if I have the right qualities to be a Gryffindor, but I certainly hope so." She thought about her parents, and imagined how proud they would be to find out that she was sorted into Gryffindor. Her parents had so much Gryffindor pride in them, and every time they invited friends over—those friends were Gryffindors too. This taught Cassie that in Gryffindor you might find your best friends who will stay with you for years, and Cassie really wanted that. "How about you?" she asked, "do you know what house you'll be in?"

Jason winced a little bit at her statement, but continued. "Well, my family has always been Slytherin, so it sounds as if we are destined for separate houses." He frowned a little. "Oh well, we can still see each other and chat, the houses will often have classes together. And I'm often told that I'm not nearly as terrible as the other Slytherins." He laughed a little.

Cassie's eyes widened with surprise. Slytherin? Her parents always talked about how there wasn't one evil wizard or witch who didn't come from Slytherin. They told her dreadful stories about the mean kids from Slytherin and about how she should avoid them. But Jason didn't seem to be anything like the Slytherins her parents were talking about. There has to be an exception to the rule, right? Cassie promised herself to forget about everything her parents told her and to try and stay away from prejudice. "Of course," she finally said with a smile, "it doesn't mean anything. You know, no house is perfect, just as no house can be pure evil. I mean, Slytherins are supposed to be determined and ambitious, right? That's not a bad thing. Besides, the house you're in doesn't define you." Cassie felt as though she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to have a conversation, so she stopped talking for a moment. "So what, umm, what do you like to do at your leisure?" she asked the first thing that came to her mind in order to change the subject.

Jason smiled, glad she was so accepting. he found himself liking her more and more, despite the cultural divide between them, being raised by different houses. "Yeah, determined and ambitious could describe me." he smiled winningly. "I can do anything I set my mind to." He paused considering her second question. "I've always been into flying. Whenever I could get my dad to take me, I would go to the quidditch arena and fly around. I'm really good on a broom." he said, smiling even more. "What about you?"

"Oh, wow," said Cassie quietly, "that must be so nice. I'm completely terrible at flying, the broomstick never seems to listen to me. Although I do enjoy the few moments I get to spend in the air before I lose control." She smiled, even though she wasn't sure it was a good idea to tell him about it. For some reason, she wanted to make a good impression on Jason. Instead she just sounded clumsy and a bit weird. "I'm quite the bookworm, really," she said and her cheeks turned red once again, "I like reading, learning. I've learned a lot of spells on my own, actually." She looked down at her hands and suddenly realized—she was still wearing her muggle skirt. "Oh god," she said, "I should change into my robes. Sorry, I'll be back in a minute." Cassie took out her robes and went out of the compartment into the tiny bathroom at the end of the train. She took off her mini skirt and red shirt, then pulled on her robes. Finally, she walked back into the compartment. "That's much better," she said, "with all of this morning fuss, I completely forgot about my clothes."

Jason smiled slightly at her admission. "Ah, well, everyone has their weakness. Mine happens to be plants." He scowled. "Terrible. Used to help my mother in her garden. Or rather, try to help. I killed everything I touched. But maybe i could teach you to fly sometime. Or try." he said, smile returning. When she spoke about reading, his eyes lit up. "I read often too, mostly stories, but also spell compendiums and such." He nodded as she left, then smiled when she returned. "You look nice." he commented, eyes scanning her robe-clad body. "I much prefer it when people wear robes. There's a certain elegance to it."

"Me too," said Cassie with a smile, "it's not that I have anything against muggle clothes, but robes are so much better. And way more comfortable." She looked out of the window and admired the view, her thoughts began drifting away once again. This happened a lot to her, she was thinking so much about some things, that sometimes she could even forget where she was for a moment. Her thoughts were racing way too fast for her to follow and it was hard concentrating on a conversation. Awkward, easily embarrassed, thinking too much. She had many flaws and couldn't imagine anyone ever trying to like her despite all of these. Yet Jason was still sitting in front of her and he was very nice. Jason, right, she remembered where she was once again. "I'd like you to try and give me a few flying lessons," she said, "although you might want to keep a distance between us while doing so, because I might injure you by accident." She smiled awkwardly, recalling a few attempts she's done at flying, all of them ended not in a very good way.

Jason laughed. "Well, hopefully you wouldn't kill me." he said, stroking Phantom absentmindedly. He paused, looking at her slightly. "You intrigue me." He said, as if starting a conversation he had never had before. "You seem to have a lot to say, but not being able to say it." he commented. "You drift in and out of thought." He said. The tone he used didn't appear to mock her or express displeasure, it was almost admiring, as if he found this as merely another one of her cute traits.

Cassie's cheeks turned red once again. She took Jason's words as a compliment, and it was probably the nicest thing someone ever said to her. "I just think a lot," she said quietly, "I tend to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, so I have a lot of them. Sorry if I'm a bit distant." she shrugged with a smile and looked down at her hands. She didn't usually talk to people about her strange habits, but she felt surprisingly comfortable around Jason, considering she only met him a very short while ago.

The compartment door suddenly opened a bit, and the head of an old lady popped in. "Would you like anything from the trolly, my dears?" said the woman in a kind voice. Cassie's family wasn't exactly rich, so she couldn't usually afford anything more than the basics. Buying food or candy from the woman with the trolly sounded peculiar to her. "No thank you," she said, thinking that she wasn't that hungry and could probably wait until they get to Hogwarts. "And you, sunshine?" the old woman addressed Jason and Cassie covered her mouth with her hand to cover the smile that she couldn't suppress. For some reason, hearing an old woman calling him "sunshine" seemed just adorable to her.

Jason smiled. "No, it's okay if you are a bit distant. It makes the thoughts you do share all the more special." He laughed. When the elderly woman peaked in, his eyebrows shot up at the word 'sunshine'. He refrained from commenting, but a small smile crossed his face. "I'll have some Chocolate Frogs, please." He ended up with about ten, and he threw two at Cassie. "Eat." he said after the woman left. "And don't you dare call me 'sunshine'." He said, laughing slightly.

Cassie let out a small laugh, making a note to herself to call him sunshine if anything embarrassing ever happened to her in front of him. She was pretty sure it will happen at some point, since she was so clumsy and unfortunate. She picked up the small boxes he threw at her with the words "thank you," and examined them. "I've never had one of these," she admitted, "just didn't get the chance. Do these have any magic in them, or are they simply chocolates in the shape of frogs?" She opened one of them, and to her surprise the frog jumped right out of it and landed on the seat beside her. "I guess that answers my question," she said with a smile. She managed to catch the frog—at least she had a quick reaction and it balanced her clumsiness and awkwardness a bit. She then examined the cards that came with the frogs. "I got... Wendelin the Weird, and... Uric the Oddball," she read the names on the cards out loud, "what do you even do with those? Do you collect them or something? Hey, I don't think I'm going to ever spend money on them so if you want the cards..."

Jason laughed. "I don't collect them, I just like chocolate." he laughed more, smiling after popping a frog in his mouth. And as she lunged to grab the frog he laughed harder. "And there is magic to them." He enjoyed giving help a second to late. It always amused him. He might not be a traditional cruel Slytherin, but he had sarcasm and wit up his sleeve at all times.

Cassie shrugged and placed the cards on the seat beside her. "How long do you think this ride will take?" she asked, "I mean, it's not that I don't enjoy being here with you... I'm just curious." She smiled and looked out of the window, trying to determine how far they were from Hogwarts by the view. It didn't help a lot though, since she had no clue what she was looking for.

Just then the compartment door opened and a tall boy with short brown hair stepped inside. Cassie noticed that he had a small badge with the letter "P" on his robes. "I'm sorry, have you seen a little girl here? She has blonde hair, big glasses and a huge spider in her hands?" Cassie shook her head, wondering what was a little girl doing with a spider. The boy rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Excuse me," Cassie decided to use the opportunity, "but how far are we from Hogwarts?" The boy smiled, "you're new?" he said, "well, look out of the window. You see those lights in the distance?" Cassie nodded as she noticed the tiny distant lights. "That's Hogsmeade," said the boy, "it means we're really close. I'm Drake, by the way, I'm a Gryffindor prefect. If you need any help, just ask. Oh wow, are those chocolate frog cards?" Drake picked up the cards from the empty seat by Cassie and examined them. "Not many people collect them nowadays," he said, "but my little brother just happens to be one of those who do."

"You can have them if you want," said Cassie with a smile, "neither of us collects them." Drake smiled and put them in his pocket. "Thanks," he said, "what's your—" but his words were cut off when somebody ran right past him. Cassie only managed to see a glimpse of blonde hair. "Hey—stop right there!" shouted Drake as he ran out after the girl. Cassie got up to close the compartment door and said, "whoa, that was weird." She smiled as she sat back down. "So we're almost there, that's exciting," she said, "I'm really glad I'm here."

Jason smiled. "He took the words right out of my mouth." he said, gesturing to the now closed compartment door. "I wonder what house he was a Prefect for." He wondered aloud, before glancing back out the door. "And it's not too weird. You aren't allowed to have a spider as a pet... but some try to." He said, smiling. "Yes, it is exciting." he said, looking out the window. "I can't wait to be at the best magic school in Europe."


A 14-year-old girl with long, curly blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She is shorter than most girls her age and quite thin. Cassie's personality is characterized by her punctuality, thoughtfulness, and slight social awkwardness. She tends to be introspective and often gets lost in her thoughts during conversations. Despite this, she displays an open-minded attitude towards others' backgrounds, demonstrating a lack of prejudice. Her main interest lies in reading and learning new spells independently, indicating a love for knowledge and self-improvement.

Jason Grim sat in one of the Hogwarts Express cabin's black cat beside him and a book on curses in his lap. He was a tall, lean, muscular boy, 15 years old, with long black hair to his shoulders and bright green eyes. He was already wearing his Hogwarts robes, and a bone-colored wand lay next to him on the seat. A bag full of books and other random magical paraphernalia sat next to him, contents barely restrained by the bulging fabric.

Cassie Tyler was hurrying towards the train, pushing her luggage in front of her, worried. She was late, and for her it was very unusual. The 14 year old girl was very punctual and being late made her very uncomfortable, but this morning was the worst morning she had in months, and she couldn't do anything about it. It was just unfortunate, and everything went wrong. Cassie had long, curly blonde hair that she used to tie with a ribbon so it wouldn't get messy, and dark brown eyes. She was shorter than most of the other girls, and she was quite thin as well. Some random sixth year student helped her to get her luggage on the train and she began looking for a compartment. She sighed as she realized that most of the compartments were full, and she had to go all the way to the back of the train to find some place to sit. Finally, she reached a compartment that didn't seem to be crowded. She opened the door and noticed a boy sitting there. "Excuse me," she said politely, "can I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

Jason looked up, taking in the sight of the beautiful girl. He nodded, his green eyes gazing into hers. "Sure,I'm not saving these eats for anyone." He said, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. He set the book aside, obviously intent upon having a conversation with this newcomer. "So, where do you come from?"

Cassie smiled as the boy gave her permission to stay and walked in, securing her luggage in a nice corner so it wouldn't bother her in the way. She took the seat in front of the boy and straightened her skirt neatly. She looked up as the boy began to speak, she was a bit puzzled. Cassie's mind was still somewhere else, and it took her a moment to understand that the boy was speaking to her. "Oh, I'm... I'm from Ramsgate, it's a small town in Kent," she said and shook her head a little, "where are you from?" She leaned back, letting herself relax. The train started moving, and she could finally breathe like a normal person. Only then she realized that she didn't even introduce herself. "I'm Cassandra by the way," she said, "well, people call me Cassie. And you are...?"

"A pleasure to meet you, Cassie." he said, extending a hand. "I'm Jason Grim. I'm originally from York, though I moved to London last year." He noticed her slightly lost look. "You okay?" he asked, gazing into her eyes. "You seem tense." He said, leaning back into the seat, the black cat crawling into his lap. "Oh, this is Phantom, by the way." He said, stroking the cat.

Cassie smiled at the boy who introduced himself as Jason and shook his hand. He looked nice, and not as loud and crazy as the other boys she met on her way to the train. Why were they screaming and chasing each other? Cassie thought to herself that she will never be able to understand boys, and then she noticed that her thoughts drifted away once again. "Yes, sorry," she said quietly, "I just had a very rough morning." She could feel her cheeks turning red—which wasn't surprising, she was quite socially awkward—and she covered one of them with her hand to cool it down. Cassy hated to blush, but it happened a lot and she couldn't fight it. She looked at the cat in Jason's lap and smiled. "That's so nice," she said, "all I have is my stupid owl." She gestured at the cage on the top of her luggage. Inside was a sleeping tawny owl, and Cassie sighed. "Her name is Spring, and I hate her," she said, "she was my mother's and she's quite old. She's also lazy and sleeps a lot. And when she doesn't, she's just really annoying. I wish I could have a cat, but I can't really afford it. Anyway, how are you? How was your summer?" she tried to sound casual, even though casual conversations wasn't really her thing.

Jason laughed when she complained about her owl. "You think your owl is too lazy? This thing here sleeps half the day." he laughed, stroking Phantom's head. "I'm sorry you had a rough morning. Hopefully the rest of your day goes better." he said, smiling. 'It's really cute when she tries to hide her blush.' He thought, then realized that he had just met this girl. Though, he was finding her very attractive. "So, do you know what House you'll be in?" He asked.

Cassie smiled at Jason, enjoying the way it was so easy and nice to talk to him. Slowly, she was forgetting all about her terrible morning and all of her worries. "Well," she said to answer his question, "I come from a long line of Gryffindors, and my parents told me so much about it, so... I don't know if I have the right qualities to be a Gryffindor, but I certainly hope so." She thought about her parents, and imagined how proud they would be to find out that she was sorted into Gryffindor. Her parents had so much Gryffindor pride in them, and every time they invited friends over—those friends were Gryffindors too. This taught Cassie that in Gryffindor you might find your best friends who will stay with you for years, and Cassie really wanted that. "How about you?" she asked, "do you know what house you'll be in?"

Jason winced a little bit at her statement, but continued. "Well, my family has always been Slytherin, so it sounds as if we are destined for separate houses." He frowned a little. "Oh well, we can still see each other and chat, the houses will often have classes together. And I'm often told that I'm not nearly as terrible as the other Slytherins." He laughed a little.

Cassie's eyes widened with surprise. Slytherin? Her parents always talked about how there wasn't one evil wizard or witch who didn't come from Slytherin. They told her dreadful stories about the mean kids from Slytherin and about how she should avoid them. But Jason didn't seem to be anything like the Slytherins her parents were talking about. There has to be an exception to the rule, right? Cassie promised herself to forget about everything her parents told her and to try and stay away from prejudice. "Of course," she finally said with a smile, "it doesn't mean anything. You know, no house is perfect, just as no house can be pure evil. I mean, Slytherins are supposed to be determined and ambitious, right? That's not a bad thing. Besides, the house you're in doesn't define you." Cassie felt as though she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to have a conversation, so she stopped talking for a moment. "So what, umm, what do you like to do at your leisure?" she asked the first thing that came to her mind in order to change the subject.

Jason smiled, glad she was so accepting. he found himself liking her more and more, despite the cultural divide between them, being raised by different houses. "Yeah, determined and ambitious could describe me." he smiled winningly. "I can do anything I set my mind to." He paused considering her second question. "I've always been into flying. Whenever I could get my dad to take me, I would go to the quidditch arena and fly around. I'm really good on a broom." he said, smiling even more. "What about you?"

"Oh, wow," said Cassie quietly, "that must be so nice. I'm completely terrible at flying, the broomstick never seems to listen to me. Although I do enjoy the few moments I get to spend in the air before I lose control." She smiled, even though she wasn't sure it was a good idea to tell him about it. For some reason, she wanted to make a good impression on Jason. Instead she just sounded clumsy and a bit weird. "I'm quite the bookworm, really," she said and her cheeks turned red once again, "I like reading, learning. I've learned a lot of spells on my own, actually." She looked down at her hands and suddenly realized—she was still wearing her muggle skirt. "Oh god," she said, "I should change into my robes. Sorry, I'll be back in a minute." Cassie took out her robes and went out of the compartment into the tiny bathroom at the end of the train. She took off her mini skirt and red shirt, then pulled on her robes. Finally, she walked back into the compartment. "That's much better," she said, "with all of this morning fuss, I completely forgot about my clothes."

Jason smiled slightly at her admission. "Ah, well, everyone has their weakness. Mine happens to be plants." He scowled. "Terrible. Used to help my mother in her garden. Or rather, try to help. I killed everything I touched. But maybe i could teach you to fly sometime. Or try." he said, smile returning. When she spoke about reading, his eyes lit up. "I read often too, mostly stories, but also spell compendiums and such." He nodded as she left, then smiled when she returned. "You look nice." he commented, eyes scanning her robe-clad body. "I much prefer it when people wear robes. There's a certain elegance to it."

"Me too," said Cassie with a smile, "it's not that I have anything against muggle clothes, but robes are so much better. And way more comfortable." She looked out of the window and admired the view, her thoughts began drifting away once again. This happened a lot to her, she was thinking so much about some things, that sometimes she could even forget where she was for a moment. Her thoughts were racing way too fast for her to follow and it was hard concentrating on a conversation. Awkward, easily embarrassed, thinking too much. She had many flaws and couldn't imagine anyone ever trying to like her despite all of these. Yet Jason was still sitting in front of her and he was very nice. Jason, right, she remembered where she was once again. "I'd like you to try and give me a few flying lessons," she said, "although you might want to keep a distance between us while doing so, because I might injure you by accident." She smiled awkwardly, recalling a few attempts she's done at flying, all of them ended not in a very good way.

Jason laughed. "Well, hopefully you wouldn't kill me." he said, stroking Phantom absentmindedly. He paused, looking at her slightly. "You intrigue me." He said, as if starting a conversation he had never had before. "You seem to have a lot to say, but not being able to say it." he commented. "You drift in and out of thought." He said. The tone he used didn't appear to mock her or express displeasure, it was almost admiring, as if he found this as merely another one of her cute traits.

Cassie's cheeks turned red once again. She took Jason's words as a compliment, and it was probably the nicest thing someone ever said to her. "I just think a lot," she said quietly, "I tend to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself, so I have a lot of them. Sorry if I'm a bit distant." she shrugged with a smile and looked down at her hands. She didn't usually talk to people about her strange habits, but she felt surprisingly comfortable around Jason, considering she only met him a very short while ago.

The compartment door suddenly opened a bit, and the head of an old lady popped in. "Would you like anything from the trolly, my dears?" said the woman in a kind voice. Cassie's family wasn't exactly rich, so she couldn't usually afford anything more than the basics. Buying food or candy from the woman with the trolly sounded peculiar to her. "No thank you," she said, thinking that she wasn't that hungry and could probably wait until they get to Hogwarts. "And you, sunshine?" the old woman addressed Jason and Cassie covered her mouth with her hand to cover the smile that she couldn't suppress. For some reason, hearing an old woman calling him "sunshine" seemed just adorable to her.

Jason smiled. "No, it's okay if you are a bit distant. It makes the thoughts you do share all the more special." He laughed. When the elderly woman peaked in, his eyebrows shot up at the word 'sunshine'. He refrained from commenting, but a small smile crossed his face. "I'll have some Chocolate Frogs, please." He ended up with about ten, and he threw two at Cassie. "Eat." he said after the woman left. "And don't you dare call me 'sunshine'." He said, laughing slightly.

Cassie let out a small laugh, making a note to herself to call him sunshine if anything embarrassing ever happened to her in front of him. She was pretty sure it will happen at some point, since she was so clumsy and unfortunate. She picked up the small boxes he threw at her with the words "thank you," and examined them. "I've never had one of these," she admitted, "just didn't get the chance. Do these have any magic in them, or are they simply chocolates in the shape of frogs?" She opened one of them, and to her surprise the frog jumped right out of it and landed on the seat beside her. "I guess that answers my question," she said with a smile. She managed to catch the frog—at least she had a quick reaction and it balanced her clumsiness and awkwardness a bit. She then examined the cards that came with the frogs. "I got... Wendelin the Weird, and... Uric the Oddball," she read the names on the cards out loud, "what do you even do with those? Do you collect them or something? Hey, I don't think I'm going to ever spend money on them so if you want the cards..."

Jason laughed. "I don't collect them, I just like chocolate." he laughed more, smiling after popping a frog in his mouth. And as she lunged to grab the frog he laughed harder. "And there is magic to them." He enjoyed giving help a second to late. It always amused him. He might not be a traditional cruel Slytherin, but he had sarcasm and wit up his sleeve at all times.

Cassie shrugged and placed the cards on the seat beside her. "How long do you think this ride will take?" she asked, "I mean, it's not that I don't enjoy being here with you... I'm just curious." She smiled and looked out of the window, trying to determine how far they were from Hogwarts by the view. It didn't help a lot though, since she had no clue what she was looking for.

Just then the compartment door opened and a tall boy with short brown hair stepped inside. Cassie noticed that he had a small badge with the letter "P" on his robes. "I'm sorry, have you seen a little girl here? She has blonde hair, big glasses and a huge spider in her hands?" Cassie shook her head, wondering what was a little girl doing with a spider. The boy rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Excuse me," Cassie decided to use the opportunity, "but how far are we from Hogwarts?" The boy smiled, "you're new?" he said, "well, look out of the window. You see those lights in the distance?" Cassie nodded as she noticed the tiny distant lights. "That's Hogsmeade," said the boy, "it means we're really close. I'm Drake, by the way, I'm a Gryffindor prefect. If you need any help, just ask. Oh wow, are those chocolate frog cards?" Drake picked up the cards from the empty seat by Cassie and examined them. "Not many people collect them nowadays," he said, "but my little brother just happens to be one of those who do."

"You can have them if you want," said Cassie with a smile, "neither of us collects them." Drake smiled and put them in his pocket. "Thanks," he said, "what's your—" but his words were cut off when somebody ran right past him. Cassie only managed to see a glimpse of blonde hair. "Hey—stop right there!" shouted Drake as he ran out after the girl. Cassie got up to close the compartment door and said, "whoa, that was weird." She smiled as she sat back down. "So we're almost there, that's exciting," she said, "I'm really glad I'm here."


A calm and calculated man with a strong sense of intuition. He trusts his gut feelings and takes calculated risks. He is reliable, keeping his promises and showing up at the designated meeting spot on time. His demeanor is composed, and he has a calm tone of voice. He exudes a sense of authority and confidence.

The man looked at her for a moment as he thought about the situation she was in and what he could do to next. What he should do next, he had this feeling having her on his crew would be most helpful, and he wasn't the type to go against a gut feeling. She was an investment, maybe better put as being a bit of a gamble, for he trusted that she would be able to help his adventures out. He reached into this pocket and took out a small wad of bills and slipped it carefully into her pocket.

"That is an advance, or maybe just a gift if you turn me down. You will be able to make a good amount of money working for me, overtime, the amount will go up with all you learn," he informed her as he looked at her. "You talk to your parents, give them that money to move away if your coming with me, or all of you move out and you don't come with me. I will return tomorrow, I promise you this," he commented his focus on her as he nodded, "till then I guess," he added as he turned and walked off fading into the crowd quickly.

Kaitlin blinked as he came closer, his hand reaching into her vest pocket. "H-hey," she squeaked before he spoke. Her eyes widened, an advance? Or gift if she decided she couldn't... She had to bite her lip to keep her jaw from dropping. She nodded vigorously, "I'll be here, too. I promise, to give you my answer!" She watched him leave, and then raced herself back home to speak with her parents about the opportunity that had presented itself. The 'advance' she'd found was more than enough to help her parents until she could do something more on the ship to get them off.

And so, it was decided that it was the best choice—for her and her dreams and for her family—to go with him. She waited in the market place, her green eyes bright and hopeful, holding tightly to the straps of her bag, holing her only real possessions, her clothes and a data pad that had her books and pictures of her family on it. She practically bounced on her heels, excited as she should have been the day before, her worry for her family gone. She scanned the crowd eagerly, waiting from early that morning all the way to the time when she'd promised to be there the day before, same time, same place. She gave a nervous bounce, tucking her silver hair back and looking around for the captain, hoping he would keep his promise.

The captain came to the spot the moment he said he would not a moment early or a moment late. He noticed the young woman whom he told to meet him at the spot. He half expected her to not show up, but he figured it was worth the risk and well the risk had just payed off at least at the start. If she was really what his gut told him, that would be left to be seen in the future. He walked up calmly his eyes on her and then he stopped a foot in front of her.

"Well based on the fact you are here, and that you seemed to be looking for me, I would guess you made up your mind, and that you are coming with me," he commented with a calm tone as he looked at the silver haired young woman.He looked around for a moment, "if you didn't come to turn me down, then we need to get moving rather quickly, I hope you have already told you good byes," he commented turning and walking back the direction he had came from. He walked as if he expected her to follow him; as he walked towards the north in of the station where his massive warship was docked.

Kaitlin's green eyes widened, surprised at first to see him before a genuine smile appeared on her face as he addressed her. "Sir! Y-yes," she said, hurrying alongside him as he moved, "I said goodbye. I promised to send letters when I could." Such letters would have money in them of course. Anything she could do to help her family have a better life. "Thank you... For this op- Opportunity," she said, having trouble keeping up besides him till they cleared the market. Too many people combined with her bag making her bigger than usual to get through, caused her to slow down. She was both relieved and a bit scared, she had to admit, when they came to the docking area.

"Oh..." She'd not known a ship that big was in the hanger. Most pirates flew small ships—fast, agile, and able to get clear of the Space Forces in a hurry. Small frigates were what she saw most often. "That's a mighty big ship for a man," she said in wonder having to stop a moment to admire/wonder before she realized he was getting too far ahead of her, not yet realizing that that was his ship. She yelped and ran to catch up, her hair seeming to float behind her in the lighter gravity of this part of the station, "Sorry!" As she caught up to him, she looked up at him curiously, "You know... I realized I don't know your name—and you don't know mine, sir. My name is Kaitlin."

Anthony paused as he turned and looked at her, "Kaitlin, huh, OK, well then Kaitlin, you will be reporting to a engineer named Mako, he is a old man, but he knows his stuff better then anyone around," he said as he waited for the transport to the ship to arrive, "I am Captain Anthony," he commented calmly as he looked at her, "You will are right of course, it is larger then the average pirate ship, cause it isn't a normal ship either. It was an experimental space forces ship before I um, took it from them. It is one of the largest in the known universe, but also one of the fastest as well, why, having young helpers who know about engines is rather helpful," he said with a calm look. "Anyhow, your a member of this ship now, and if you need any help or anything just find me, and I will help, remember, to go after your dreams no matter the odds," he said as the transport came up, "The ship, by the way is the Infinity."

"Will Mr. Mako be instructing me on the ship's customs as well," Kaitlin asked before blinking as what he said hit her. Anthony. The Infinity? Her eyes grew large—if one thing could spread through the universe faster than light, it was gossip. And there was a LOT of gossip about him and the ship. She had to admit, she'd not expected it to be so big or shiny or... Well, to ever have even a micron's chance of working on it. "Wait... You mean... THE Infinity with the class six—SIX—engines?" She felt as if she'd bitten off more than she could chew more than ever now. Class six engines being quite the step above even an advanced space ship engine. If one could get one working, it was instant—or near instant—space travel. That is if one could get it working.

Experimental was a very big term for class six engines. They had the ability to do everything that a class five could, no problem, but getting the thing that made them so much better to do... Was the hitch. The right fueling system was still a question. Most blew up the ship when used. The only fueling system so far was quite expensive—as in even the space forces balked at using it. The materials and the fuel itself rare. She got onto the transport, holding tightly onto her seat. He may have continued to tell her 'go after her dreams', but... This was beginning to seem more like a fantasy. "Oh, my..." She bit her lip, trying not to look to overwhelmed.

Anthony looked at her as he figured she knew where she was now. He looked ahead at his ship as he watched it slowly come closer to them. he remained quiet as he let her talk, he figured he might as well hear what she wanted to say before he explained more, or at least some more. He knew that Mr. Mako, would want to explain about the class 6 engines and all. he was curious as to how well she would adapt, but he knew she had the passion to do well. That by itself said a lot in this age, where a large percent of humanity had just well given up on hope. There were things that most people didn't know, dangers that were literally going ignored, and well that was one reason he had this big ship.

"Well now, calm down, we aren't even there yet, the ship, works just fine, and the engines work fine too, you will see them when you want. You can also work on the scout and fighter's engines, to start off with. I am sure they are more what you are used too, yet as you get more experience, I am sure that mr. Mako will let you work on the more advance things that are int he ship. Trust me, this ship has more wonders on it, then even you can think about," he said calmly as the transport flew into the ship, various people working to put away supplies and prepare for launch in the docking bay.


A young woman filled with hope, enthusiasm, and determination. She is eager to seize opportunities and pursue her dreams. Her green eyes reflect her curiosity and excitement; Her silver hair and vibrant energy make her stand out. She is ready to do hard work to support her family.

"Will Mr. Mako be instructing me on the ship's customs as well," Kaitlin asked before blinking as what he said hit her. Anthony. The Infinity? Her eyes grew large—if one thing could spread through the universe faster than light, it was gossip. And there was a LOT of gossip about him and the ship. She had to admit, she'd not expected it to be so big or shiny or... Well, to ever have even a micron's chance of working on it. "Wait... You mean... THE Infinity with the class six—SIX—engines?" She felt as if she'd bitten off more than she could chew more than ever now. Class six engines being quite the step above even an advanced space ship engine. If one could get one working, it was instant—or near instant—space travel. That is if one could get it working.

Experimental was a very big term for class six engines. They had the ability to do everything that a class five could, no problem, but getting the thing that made them so much better to do... Was the hitch. The right fueling system was still a question. Most blew up the ship when used. The only fueling system so far was quite expensive—as in even the space forces balked at using it. The materials and the fuel itself rare. She got onto the transport, holding tightly onto her seat. He may have continued to tell her 'go after her dreams', but... This was beginning to seem more like a fantasy. "Oh, my..." She bit her lip, trying not to look to overwhelmed.


A beautiful teenage girl who is confident in her sexuality and enjoys using it to manipulate others. She has "indecent beauty" and knows how to use it. She has a close relationship with her father, whom she refers to affectionately as "daddy.". She wears a cream mini dress and heels and has soft hair that she brushes out of her face. She has a kind of bratty personality and likes  spending dad's money, shopping, fashion.

Amanda giggled soundly with the playful slap on her firm and round rear. Nature has gifted her with indecent beauty, and she knew it, and knew how to use and abuse it. Grabbing her purse, and stuff, like her father said, she mused down, and inquired with humor in response to his comments and questions

"Did you finally bought the whole bondage gear to keep me well tied up, gagged, cuffed and vibed during the travel dad?" she winked naughtily, wishing to see a big shocked expression on his face, for this very indecent joke. "As for what I am expecting of the trip: I guess pinacoladas, sunbathes, parties, playing tourist and shopping with my adored daddy. And meeting my cousin, Mayma. have you seen how lovely she became?"

She showed him a picture from her iPhone. Amanda offered her father her casual sultry smile, the one that would soften him every time she needed to, with that little right upper corner of her glossy lips.

"Aww, thank you dad! I got lost in contemplation, as I couldn't think what I'd need to wear there. Or what we could find as mall or quality shops once in Hawaii. But, you are surely true. I just hope they will have my size." She brushed her soft hair out of her face, and stood up with grace and energy, looking around for her cream mini dress and heels. Once dressed, she turned, asking her dad for help

"Mind you lacing up the dress, dad? it would be a shame if it felt down once in the airport" she winked naughtily, with a glimpse in her eyes. "And then.. maybe we could try out that new gift you made me two days ago." she coed seductively, with naughtiness in her eyes, as she was talking about the remote vibrator from WeWibe she got in pink color.

Jason grinned as he looked at the photo of Amanda's cousin Mayma. "She's a cutie. Almost as hot as you." He said with a deviant grin as he helped her out of the Jeep and led her up to their luxurious beach house. "Baby, you're gonna be so excited. I ordered all that bondage gear and it should already be set up in our master bedroom." He told her as he led her through their beach house, exploring it as he kept his hand possessively on the small of her back.

"You should call your cousin and invite her over tonight. But for now I think we should explore the resort." He said before getting into his luggage and pulling out the remote vibrator she had just mentioned. "You mean this little thing? Let's do it, I can't wait to tease you in public. And at this resort, we could even fuck in public." He told her before walking up to her and pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss.

Even if she was a slut, Amanda was quite surprised by her father's sexual assault, and she could barely say a word before been muffled by his aggressive kiss. "Mpppfff!" Forced back, she bumped against the wall soundly, and her muffled protest turned into a lustful moaning, as he entered her mouth in the following seconds, igniting some vicious animalistic urges in her.

Panting, and smiling, she muttered low, as he was kissing her with all his vigor: "Aawwwh dad... be careful... what if Mayma is a good girl without an ounce of perversity? Will you tie her up with me to train us both as lesbian toys?" and she coiled her arms around him, as for her thighs, holding him close, inviting him to insert the vibrating toy in her avid moist sex.

Jason grinned as Amanda seemed to melt into his kiss, animalistic urges coming over her as she welcomed his embrace. "That's exactly what I'll do. But something tells me she's a slut like you, always happy to please a good cock." He said as he reached under her dress and pushed the vibrator into her sex before turning it on.

"I changed my mind. I need a blowjob before we go out to explore." He said as he forced her to her knees and turned her vibrator up, pulling her face against his bulge. "Pull your daddy's cock out and show him how good of a little cocksucker you are, Amanda."

Amanda was in shock, and awe... something snapped inside her, so horny she was, and though she recoiled been talking to her father, the situation was so peculiar it reminded her something else. When her friend Jenny was wasted herself and before she was dyed in platinum blonde, Amanda and her friends wickedly forced her to her knees, where jenny was forced in give head to her boyfriend, in front of everyone. Amanda never told about that to her dad, but the rumor spread so, everything was possible. And now, with the vibrator driving her insane with lust, she could barely think. But suck a cock, she could!

With that image floating in her mind, and the masculine musk of the erected member slapping her cheek, Amanda fidgeted a bit on herself, drunkenly unsteady, and instinctively slide a hand to caress and wrap her fingers around the raging erected penis. Her dad was on the point to discover if his daughter was already a skilled cocksucker or not, as she slowly but docilely wrapped her full lips around the shaft, impaling herself, till her nose touched the base. "Hmmmmmmhhhfff..."

Amanda seemed all too eager to suck her daddy's cock down once he had pulled the thick, uncut nine-inch member from his pants. He slapped each of her cheeks with the thick head before pushing it between her pouty lips and letting her go to work.

"Oh fuck, Amanda. That feels so good." He groaned as she deepthroated him, her nose pressing to his crotch before she came back up. As she began to bob her head he would thrust in rhythm with her movements, groaning lustfully in pleasure. "That's it baby, suck that cock. Make your daddy cum."

With time, her oral ministrations took a different tack. Amanda's thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring which encircled the base of the fully erect phallus. At the same time, her tongue and lips navigated a tantalizing trail across the length of the shaft, probing and lashing at the most sensitive zones. When his excitation began building to a climax, that ring of digits would slide up to his cock head, tightening just enough to inhibit ejaculation. Once contained, she would begin the process again; teasing, exciting, taking him right to the edge, then bringing him back down. It was tortuous; yet masterful.

"Hmmmffhhh Mmmmmnnhhh mmmmmgllppp..." was all she was able to answer to his comment, showing a cocksucking skill that didn't belong to a neophyte. Then she began furiously pumping his tumescent shaft while lapping at the swollen helmet...

Jason was purely amazed by how perfect his daughter was with a cock in her mouth. She knew how to tease him, speeding up and slowing down periodically to get him close and then ease him back down. He turned her vibrator up to the max as she began vigorously sucking him, clearly trying to get him to cum.

And cum he did, he blew a massive load for her, filling her mouth and throat as he painted in pleasure. "Oh fuck that's so good Amanda, feels fucking incredible." He groaned out as he pulled his cock from her lips, slapping her cheeks again. "Good girl. You can get whatever you want while we're out."

Amanda gasped a bit and swallowed half of it, but the rest splattered over her face and in large droplets onto her chest. She started mewling aloud, desperately, as the vibrator buzzed inside her soundly. Making her grip her father's pant, and bite her own cum-painted lips.

"AAAWWWWNNNHHHH... See what you did to me?" she pouted while recoiling her chest to offer a view on her soaked face and cleavage. Her perfect face and chest were streaked with cum. "I must look like such a slut, aaaooooooohhhh yesssssssss" she mockingly whined. "Turn you on? nnnnghhhhhh..."

Then she began casually dabbing at the sticky trails of semen, she scooped up a generous dollop, seductively licking it off her fingers. "Awwhh daddy... please... please... promise me you'll make a slut out of Mayma too, and turn us both into sex toys... promise me..." as she got the feeling her cousin was in fact quite innocent.


A dominant and possessive man who enjoys controlling others, particularly his daughter. He grins deviantly and is possessive of Amanda, always keeping his hand on the small of her back. He has a sexual interest in bondage and public sex, and on occasion he sets up bondage gear in their master bedroom and teasing Amanda with a remote vibrator in public. He lost his wife to cancer a year ago. He has a 9 inches penis.

Jason was purely amazed by how perfect his daughter was with a cock in her mouth. She knew how to tease him, speeding up and slowing down periodically to get him close and then ease him back down. He turned her vibrator up to the max as she began vigorously sucking him, clearly trying to get him to cum.

And cum he did, he blew a massive load for her, filling her mouth and throat as he painted in pleasure. "Oh fuck that's so good Amanda, feels fucking incredible." He groaned out as he pulled his cock from her lips, slapping her cheeks again. "Good girl. You can get whatever you want while we're out."


A seasoned assassin, his physical stature reflecting years of rigorous training and combat. His eyes hold an unyielding gaze, hardened by countless missions and losses. He's meticulous and highly observant, traits necessary for survival in his line of work. His demeanor often switches between calm indifference and sudden intensity---a testament of his unpredictable nature. Despite being ruthless when it comes down business, he does carry a sense of humor, often chuckling at tense situations. However beneath this exterior lies a man burdened by past actions; he carries guilt for deeds done under corrupt leadership yet maintains loyalty towards guild rules and kingdom's welfare above all else.

Darius smiled when she mentioned him killing the former leader. She wasn't there to see how the guild had fallen and gained a bad reputation in the past few years. The kills he committed that were pointless and of innocent people. He was sick and tired of how he was killing for a royal who was covering up for there own good. "You don't know what the guild was. He was and I mean was at one point a good leader but he ended as a corrupt man."

He sat back hoping the job wouldn't take to long because this girl was being overly questioning. She needed to learn what the world was really like, especially since she was a former royal. "If you want to know more about why I did it. The others would have to but I'm the only one who could have pulled it off. I will say this, seven of my nine last kills were peasants who didn't sell their land to a royal who wanted it." He finished his drink and started to eat.

Elena paid no mind to the food brought. Instead too interested in the conversation now. Details that seemed relevant started to appear. Though it also proved that she was right. Her killer was still alive and she now had an idea as to who it was. His final words spoke down at the nobles. She understood the common feeling and held no regard for the title even as a former princess but it was subtle clue. She found herself observing Darius. It was too early to say something but she was almost sure if it was anyone then it was him. She held no evidence to prove her judgment which gave her the cause for hesitation.

"Very well... so you did it to correct to path for the guild... it sounds commendable. Can't blame me for being rough if I'm going to get the rough treatment. I just want to prove I'm here to be apart of this... I'm not trying to go over my head or change things. If there are rules I will follow them and if there are orders they will also be followed but there has to be some trust before knives end up the only trusted edge we both have here." Her words seemed confident but she felt all but uneasy. Was this the man?

Darius listened to the girl as he ate his steak which he was really getting into. All he knew was that the chef had gotten better so that was good news to be had. Then she made her comment about blades being the only edge of trust and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. Trust got people in their line of work killed or worse, captured. He would rather be killed than captured and tortured, because everyone has a breaking point. Hell she already knew his weak point in the form of his mother's and that was too much.

He looked up to her with a very curious look in his eyes from her comment. "Don't trust anyone in the guild not one person, especially me. Ill be the first one to turn on you if the reason is for the kingdom. The only reason you can work with another assassin in my guild is because of the rules. Everyone knows I will kill a member who wrongfully kills another member. I will protect you from royals or other groups until you are a threat to the kingdom. But I don't know what you want which makes you dangerous." He leaned in and started to eat his steak again knowing he came off as a dick but was just trying to explain things.

Elena only saw this man as stubborn and distrusting. An assassin had to be she presumed. Though she was done doubting her own decisions. It was time to explain her intentions as it seemed she had caused enough suspicion already. It was obvious he was suspecting something. She wouldn't dare give her identity away yet though. Not if she could help it. Her eyes settling on the man's meal before her eyes found his. A passion filled her but her voice held neutrality. No emotion. She wanted an answer. She was unsure if her suspicion was correct and she was unsure what she would do if she was correct.

"We're you responsible for the Kings Death? The guild itself?" Her eyes never left his even if his did. Her face was serious and her grip on her leg had tightened a little bit. She held no angry in her features but there was evidently stress of some kind.

Darius looked at her, his face never changing from a curious look. Leaning back he took a sip of water and without her noticing gripped his crossbow under his cloak. He thought for a moment his expression unchanged as he had been in the game too long to give himself away. So she had a motive after all the little minx. Why did she want this information? He was the one to kill the king, but several people had there jobs in that kill. He sipped his drink glad he kept his crossbow loaded at all times and crossed his legs to cover his potential attack up, using his powers to disguise his movements.

Finally he decided he should answer her. "There were six of us on that job for various purposes. But yes the guild was hired to kill the king and yes I was the one to deal the killing strike. Now why do you want to know and should I be prepared for a fight?" He gave her a serious look more intimidating than he had ever given before. He wanted his answer and if she lied he would string her up in his room to get the answers.

Elena almost let loose a growl as he admitted to the entire act. She cared not for those involved. Only him and the justice he deserved. Though something told her striking or trying to fight now would only get her killed. He was clearly more skilled then her. The hard part was coming up with a suitable lie. It wasn't a lie to say he shouldn't expect a fight... Yet. Though she desired not to give away her identity. Instead remaining silent for a moment more before speaking. Thinking on her words carefully.

"I desire no fight. I did not lie in saying I came for work. Though I did have extra intentions. A favor for a friend which required information. Though it seems friendship isn't in the guilds line of work." Her eyes leaving his as she finished. It wasn't entirely a lie but that was it. It wasn't exactly the truth either. Now she only hoped he took it.

That wasn't all and he didn't like where this was headed. He was glad she didn't want to fight for now it seemed because he would get in trouble if he caused another fight in here. He pulled his crossbow out and uncocked it setting it on the table next to him. He wasn't going to string her up but he wanted answers.

He leaned forward and in a calm but threatening tone spoke to her. "Now Rosalin which I don't believe to be your real name. Please tell me more. I want to know who this friend is and why they want to know. I can tell you have anger yet you are composed. So now I have even more reason to to distrust and never to use you as an assassin." He leaned back once more eager to see how she answered. He was honest now it was her turn.

Elena was a little surprised when the crossbow was set upon the table. Though she never showed it in the slightest and instead focusing his words to find a steady response. Maintaining a cool demeanor. His honesty meant nothing to her other than he was making this easy. She didn't have to search, instead resulting in focusing on a way to dispatch the male in front of her at the right time and return to her life. A lie was easy to come up with. Maids were easy to befriend if found running errands in the village. An easy access point for real information and a way to lie unseen. Though he was well versed in a silver tongue and she was starting to feel she was in trouble.

"Her name is Katrina Winslow. She's a maid that works within the castle. She had her suspicions and wanted to know if the guild was responsible. She asked me to find out when she heard I returned back to the village. As for why I didn't ask. I owed her a favor when she stole one of the princesses dresses for me when I needed money... sold it for some food." Her demeanor still didn't change but her eyes returned back to meet his. His turn.

Darius was fed up with the lies and he was done with her. He can deal with ulterior motives buy not lying about ones motives. He couldn't work with her if she was going to flat out lie to him. He set his drink down with a thud and looked Rosalin in the eye this time showing his anger on purpose. He was done and she wasn't going to be allowed to lie for her own gain. No not after killing the man he considered his father. She needed to be questioned and maybe even held captive for some time for him to get what he wanted.

"Fine if that is how you want to be head back to the guild and tell Jane that ill handle this on my own. You will have to figure out another gift to give me as part of your entrance to the guild but ill not be working this job with you. Jane will let me know when you get back to see if I want you on another job so ill probably put you on information for now. Now go before mistakes are made." He stood grabbing his crossbow and walked away.

Elena wasn't surprised by his tone. The words and command easy to see. She would have time to plan her opening. For now she would return silently without another word. Rising from her seat and exiting the brothel before heading back to the guild. Her mind already trying to find a way to get a drop on him. He was physically stronger and in an actual fight he would definitely win. Though he was an assassin so getting the the drop on him wouldn't be easy either.

Darius went right back to calm when she walked out with a slight chuckle. "Damn I can still act though I guess I did get a little angry there. Fuck I need to get thus done with and then deal with that woman." He contacted Jane using a magical device. "Jane... yeah I sent her back. When she gets there capture, chain her and have her ready for my questioning in my project room... alright I'll say hi for you... you too sleep well."

He looked around after is talk with Jane and saw a new girl to the Brothel. She was cute, not his regular taste but he liked breaking in the new ones. "You come here please, im looking for some fun." She walked over to him and he went up to a room with her waiting to get word back from Jane soon.

Elena had taken a bit of a walk to calm herself as well as think. Another five minutes tacked on to what the walk had already been. Ideas already set in her mind and ready to return, the former princess made her way inside of the guild. Though when she entered it seemed empty. The sight rather odd for the other times she had been within the room. Something seemed to be off and her hairs started to raise. Her hand fastening to the dagger in her boot as she prepared for anything. It seemed Darius wasn't being entirely truthful.

Jane smiled as she saw Rosalind walk in because she was prepared for the small girl ten ways to Wednesday. When she went for her daggers she would feel something sink into her neck and then feel a snake slither off of her. "I hope my pet Esmeralda didn't hurt you. Her venom only puts people to sleep in under thirty seconds." She smiled and watched as the woman fell to the ground. She then chained her up better and placed her in Darius's private dungeon.

Darius was alerted of Rosalind's arrival and capture and then he spent his night of fun with the new girl. She barely handled him but he was used to that. It would be five days after Rosalind was captured that his mission would be done and he on his way home. Jane would keep her alive but nothing more. When he got back he slipped into the doorway of his dungeon and looked at the pathetic girl. "Now you look like an angry little girl. Inside and out." He was covered in blood bit had no injuries of his own.

Elena's body lay restrained but her spirit was unbroken. The female having five days to brew over her failure and the anger that came with it. The tone of Jane's voice as she watched the snake slither away. The sound of her daggers clattering to the floor as her knees crumpled. The memories ached at her. When it came time to eat she could barely stand the female feeding her look seemingly demeaning her every time. She held no experience and that was her fault. She knew it would be dangerous but this was far from what she expected.

When Darius entered a silent growl erupted from Elena as her eyes tracked him. He was responsible and she would have his head. There was nothing that would save him from her wrath once these chains were gone. There would be an opening. There had to be. She didn't respond to him however and stayed silent. Watching him and waiting.

Darius liked seeing how defiant she was being he wanted to watch it when her spirit finally shattered right before his eyes. He walked up and pulled the chains tight so that her limbs would be spread out. He then walked up far enough away she wouldn't get a lucky shot in. "I see your still going strong, that's good I would hate for you to be broken already." He smiled and then turned walking to a table.

He grabbed one of her daggers and walked back up to her. "I wont lie this will not be fun for you, but if you tell me everything it will go smoother." He cut her clothes so fast and cleanly that in a matter of seconds she was down to her underwear, then with four more cuts she was naked for him to see. "Ill be back I think in two weeks. I'll have John come and feed you, he took a liking to you when he first saw you." He chuckled as he started to walk away.

Elena continued to stare even as he pulled at her chains. The dagger didn't bother her in the slightest as his words were spoken. He wanted information. Something she was unlikely to give. He would likely kill her anyway. Though as the dagger ripped away at her clothing and she was left naked before him within the room did she start to falter a bit. His comment after making the feeling even worse. Though she wouldn't die she didn't want anything that could come with that and it made her speak.

"Elena." Her name was all she said. That would surely be enough. She hoped that it would be. Her purpose would get her killed and she was sure of it. Her identity didn't really help with stalling it though. Her eyes turned away from him as she said it. A sense of pride cracked but not broken. She couldn't break this quick. Though she wouldn't mind working for an opening.

Darius smiled while his back was turned from her and then he walked back to her, his face calm again. He had a new name and he believed her this time. "That is a good girl. Elena you said? Well I guess it is a pleasure to finally meet you in your real name. But we both know you have lied about so much more." He smirked and then moved behind her.

From behind her he started to massage her breasts. They were very nice but this was her reward for telling him a truth. She didn't want to find out what happens when she lies again. He started to play with her nipples then stopped once they had hardened. "Your body reacts well my dear Elena." When he called her by name it was as if he was laying claim to her as his property. "Now are there any other things you would like to tell me? Any lies you would like to correct?"

Elena didn't enjoy how she was being talked down on. Like property. She had given him some info and she was getting groped in return? The anger inside her boiling. "Keep those dirty hands off of me!" She yelled. Her eyes locked dead on him as he backed away from her after after finishing what he had decided he was doing. The question obviously a test of some sort. A test she decided would be lived another day. Deciding instead to return to silence as she stared him down once again.

Darius chuckled at her silence and then slapped her hard. The grabbed her face to male her look in his eyes deeper. "You don't understand do you. You don't matter here, whatever standing you had at one point is meaningless when in here. You can scream all you want but your not in the guild so no one in the guild is coming to help you. So next time you tell me to shut up, your skin will be on the working end of your daggers." He slapped her again a wide smile on his face as he turned to leave. "Two weeks on even more reduced food and water. Then we will see how you fair my dear Elena." Again he spoke to her like she was his own and he would make it so.


A strong and defiant woman, her eyes gleaming fiercely even in captivity. She carries herself confidently, hinting at her past as a princess, yet there's an air of mystery about her---a testament of her life undercover. Her physique reveals her combat training; she's fit and agile, ready for action at any moment. Despite facing adversity, she doesn't easily break down; instead, she uses silence as a weapon against provocation. She is highly intelligent and quick-witted but also holds deep anger within herself. The determination etched on her face shows she won't stop until justice is served for wrongs done in past.

Darius smiled when she mentioned him killing the former leader. She wasn't there to see how the guild had fallen and gained a bad reputation in the past few years. The kills he committed that were pointless and of innocent people. He was sick and tired of how he was killing for a royal who was covering up for there own good. "You don't know what the guild was. He was and I mean was at one point a good leader but he ended as a corrupt man."

He sat back hoping the job wouldn't take to long because this girl was being overly questioning. She needed to learn what the world was really like, especially since she was a former royal. "If you want to know more about why I did it. The others would have to but I'm the only one who could have pulled it off. I will say this, seven of my nine last kills were peasants who didn't sell their land to a royal who wanted it." He finished his drink and started to eat.

Elena paid no mind to the food brought. Instead too interested in the conversation now. Details that seemed relevant started to appear. Though it also proved that she was right. Her killer was still alive and she now had an idea as to who it was. His final words spoke down at the nobles. She understood the common feeling and held no regard for the title even as a former princess but it was subtle clue. She found herself observing Darius. It was too early to say something but she was almost sure if it was anyone then it was him. She held no evidence to prove her judgment which gave her the cause for hesitation.

"Very well... so you did it to correct to path for the guild... it sounds commendable. Can't blame me for being rough if I'm going to get the rough treatment. I just want to prove I'm here to be apart of this... I'm not trying to go over my head or change things. If there are rules I will follow them and if there are orders they will also be followed but there has to be some trust before knives end up the only trusted edge we both have here." Her words seemed confident but she felt all but uneasy. Was this the man?

Darius listened to the girl as he ate his steak which he was really getting into. All he knew was that the chef had gotten better so that was good news to be had. Then she made her comment about blades being the only edge of trust and he couldn't help but chuckle a little. Trust got people in their line of work killed or worse, captured. He would rather be killed than captured and tortured, because everyone has a breaking point. Hell she already knew his weak point in the form of his mother's and that was too much.

He looked up to her with a very curious look in his eyes from her comment. "Don't trust anyone in the guild not one person, especially me. Ill be the first one to turn on you if the reason is for the kingdom. The only reason you can work with another assassin in my guild is because of the rules. Everyone knows I will kill a member who wrongfully kills another member. I will protect you from royals or other groups until you are a threat to the kingdom. But I don't know what you want which makes you dangerous." He leaned in and started to eat his steak again knowing he came off as a dick but was just trying to explain things.

Elena only saw this man as stubborn and distrusting. An assassin had to be she presumed. Though she was done doubting her own decisions. It was time to explain her intentions as it seemed she had caused enough suspicion already. It was obvious he was suspecting something. She wouldn't dare give her identity away yet though. Not if she could help it. Her eyes settling on the man's meal before her eyes found his. A passion filled her but her voice held neutrality. No emotion. She wanted an answer. She was unsure if her suspicion was correct and she was unsure what she would do if she was correct.

"We're you responsible for the Kings Death? The guild itself?" Her eyes never left his even if his did. Her face was serious and her grip on her leg had tightened a little bit. She held no angry in her features but there was evidently stress of some kind.

Darius looked at her, his face never changing from a curious look. Leaning back he took a sip of water and without her noticing gripped his crossbow under his cloak. He thought for a moment his expression unchanged as he had been in the game too long to give himself away. So she had a motive after all the little minx. Why did she want this information? He was the one to kill the king, but several people had there jobs in that kill. He sipped his drink glad he kept his crossbow loaded at all times and crossed his legs to cover his potential attack up, using his powers to disguise his movements.

Finally he decided he should answer her. "There were six of us on that job for various purposes. But yes the guild was hired to kill the king and yes I was the one to deal the killing strike. Now why do you want to know and should I be prepared for a fight?" He gave her a serious look more intimidating than he had ever given before. He wanted his answer and if she lied he would string her up in his room to get the answers.

Elena almost let loose a growl as he admitted to the entire act. She cared not for those involved. Only him and the justice he deserved. Though something told her striking or trying to fight now would only get her killed. He was clearly more skilled then her. The hard part was coming up with a suitable lie. It wasn't a lie to say he shouldn't expect a fight... Yet. Though she desired not to give away her identity. Instead remaining silent for a moment more before speaking. Thinking on her words carefully.

"I desire no fight. I did not lie in saying I came for work. Though I did have extra intentions. A favor for a friend which required information. Though it seems friendship isn't in the guilds line of work." Her eyes leaving his as she finished. It wasn't entirely a lie but that was it. It wasn't exactly the truth either. Now she only hoped he took it.

That wasn't all and he didn't like where this was headed. He was glad she didn't want to fight for now it seemed because he would get in trouble if he caused another fight in here. He pulled his crossbow out and uncocked it setting it on the table next to him. He wasn't going to string her up but he wanted answers.

He leaned forward and in a calm but threatening tone spoke to her. "Now Rosalin which I don't believe to be your real name. Please tell me more. I want to know who this friend is and why they want to know. I can tell you have anger yet you are composed. So now I have even more reason to to distrust and never to use you as an assassin." He leaned back once more eager to see how she answered. He was honest now it was her turn.

Elena was a little surprised when the crossbow was set upon the table. Though she never showed it in the slightest and instead focusing his words to find a steady response. Maintaining a cool demeanor. His honesty meant nothing to her other than he was making this easy. She didn't have to search, instead resulting in focusing on a way to dispatch the male in front of her at the right time and return to her life. A lie was easy to come up with. Maids were easy to befriend if found running errands in the village. An easy access point for real information and a way to lie unseen. Though he was well versed in a silver tongue and she was starting to feel she was in trouble.

"Her name is Katrina Winslow. She's a maid that works within the castle. She had her suspicions and wanted to know if the guild was responsible. She asked me to find out when she heard I returned back to the village. As for why I didn't ask. I owed her a favor when she stole one of the princesses dresses for me when I needed money... sold it for some food." Her demeanor still didn't change but her eyes returned back to meet his. His turn.

Darius was fed up with the lies and he was done with her. He can deal with ulterior motives buy not lying about ones motives. He couldn't work with her if she was going to flat out lie to him. He set his drink down with a thud and looked Rosalin in the eye this time showing his anger on purpose. He was done and she wasn't going to be allowed to lie for her own gain. No not after killing the man he considered his father. She needed to be questioned and maybe even held captive for some time for him to get what he wanted.

"Fine if that is how you want to be head back to the guild and tell Jane that ill handle this on my own. You will have to figure out another gift to give me as part of your entrance to the guild but ill not be working this job with you. Jane will let me know when you get back to see if I want you on another job so ill probably put you on information for now. Now go before mistakes are made." He stood grabbing his crossbow and walked away.

Elena wasn't surprised by his tone. The words and command easy to see. She would have time to plan her opening. For now she would return silently without another word. Rising from her seat and exiting the brothel before heading back to the guild. Her mind already trying to find a way to get a drop on him. He was physically stronger and in an actual fight he would definitely win. Though he was an assassin so getting the the drop on him wouldn't be easy either.

Darius went right back to calm when she walked out with a slight chuckle. "Damn I can still act though I guess I did get a little angry there. Fuck I need to get thus done with and then deal with that woman." He contacted Jane using a magical device. "Jane... yeah I sent her back. When she gets there capture, chain her and have her ready for my questioning in my project room... alright I'll say hi for you... you too sleep well."

He looked around after is talk with Jane and saw a new girl to the Brothel. She was cute, not his regular taste but he liked breaking in the new ones. "You come here please, im looking for some fun." She walked over to him and he went up to a room with her waiting to get word back from Jane soon.

Elena had taken a bit of a walk to calm herself as well as think. Another five minutes tacked on to what the walk had already been. Ideas already set in her mind and ready to return, the former princess made her way inside of the guild. Though when she entered it seemed empty. The sight rather odd for the other times she had been within the room. Something seemed to be off and her hairs started to raise. Her hand fastening to the dagger in her boot as she prepared for anything. It seemed Darius wasn't being entirely truthful.

Jane smiled as she saw Rosalind walk in because she was prepared for the small girl ten ways to Wednesday. When she went for her daggers she would feel something sink into her neck and then feel a snake slither off of her. "I hope my pet Esmeralda didn't hurt you. Her venom only puts people to sleep in under thirty seconds." She smiled and watched as the woman fell to the ground. She then chained her up better and placed her in Darius's private dungeon.

Darius was alerted of Rosalind's arrival and capture and then he spent his night of fun with the new girl. She barely handled him but he was used to that. It would be five days after Rosalind was captured that his mission would be done and he on his way home. Jane would keep her alive but nothing more. When he got back he slipped into the doorway of his dungeon and looked at the pathetic girl. "Now you look like an angry little girl. Inside and out." He was covered in blood bit had no injuries of his own.

Elena's body lay restrained but her spirit was unbroken. The female having five days to brew over her failure and the anger that came with it. The tone of Jane's voice as she watched the snake slither away. The sound of her daggers clattering to the floor as her knees crumpled. The memories ached at her. When it came time to eat she could barely stand the female feeding her look seemingly demeaning her every time. She held no experience and that was her fault. She knew it would be dangerous but this was far from what she expected.

When Darius entered a silent growl erupted from Elena as her eyes tracked him. He was responsible and she would have his head. There was nothing that would save him from her wrath once these chains were gone. There would be an opening. There had to be. She didn't respond to him however and stayed silent. Watching him and waiting.

Darius liked seeing how defiant she was being he wanted to watch it when her spirit finally shattered right before his eyes. He walked up and pulled the chains tight so that her limbs would be spread out. He then walked up far enough away she wouldn't get a lucky shot in. "I see your still going strong, that's good I would hate for you to be broken already." He smiled and then turned walking to a table.

He grabbed one of her daggers and walked back up to her. "I wont lie this will not be fun for you, but if you tell me everything it will go smoother." He cut her clothes so fast and cleanly that in a matter of seconds she was down to her underwear, then with four more cuts she was naked for him to see. "Ill be back I think in two weeks. I'll have John come and feed you, he took a liking to you when he first saw you." He chuckled as he started to walk away.

Elena continued to stare even as he pulled at her chains. The dagger didn't bother her in the slightest as his words were spoken. He wanted information. Something she was unlikely to give. He would likely kill her anyway. Though as the dagger ripped away at her clothing and she was left naked before him within the room did she start to falter a bit. His comment after making the feeling even worse. Though she wouldn't die she didn't want anything that could come with that and it made her speak.

"Elena." Her name was all she said. That would surely be enough. She hoped that it would be. Her purpose would get her killed and she was sure of it. Her identity didn't really help with stalling it though. Her eyes turned away from him as she said it. A sense of pride cracked but not broken. She couldn't break this quick. Though she wouldn't mind working for an opening.

Darius smiled while his back was turned from her and then he walked back to her, his face calm again. He had a new name and he believed her this time. "That is a good girl. Elena you said? Well I guess it is a pleasure to finally meet you in your real name. But we both know you have lied about so much more." He smirked and then moved behind her.

From behind her he started to massage her breasts. They were very nice but this was her reward for telling him a truth. She didn't want to find out what happens when she lies again. He started to play with her nipples then stopped once they had hardened. "Your body reacts well my dear Elena." When he called her by name it was as if he was laying claim to her as his property. "Now are there any other things you would like to tell me? Any lies you would like to correct?"

Elena didn't enjoy how she was being talked down on. Like property. She had given him some info and she was getting groped in return? The anger inside her boiling. "Keep those dirty hands off of me!" She yelled. Her eyes locked dead on him as he backed away from her after after finishing what he had decided he was doing. The question obviously a test of some sort. A test she decided would be lived another day. Deciding instead to return to silence as she stared him down once again.

Darius chuckled at her silence and then slapped her hard. The grabbed her face to male her look in his eyes deeper. "You don't understand do you. You don't matter here, whatever standing you had at one point is meaningless when in here. You can scream all you want but your not in the guild so no one in the guild is coming to help you. So next time you tell me to shut up, your skin will be on the working end of your daggers." He slapped her again a wide smile on his face as he turned to leave. "Two weeks on even more reduced food and water. Then we will see how you fair my dear Elena." Again he spoke to her like she was his own and he would make it so.

Elena winced as the smack landed hard against her face. Her eyes glaring hard at him as he forced her to look him in the eye. His words didn't mean a thing to hear. He was speaking something painfully obvious. Another wince came as he smacked her again. The female holding the urge to do something rash. She had already made it worse. He was going to take away her food even more and it seemed it was still his plan to leave her naked. A growl seeping from her as he left.


A confident, curious and sexually adventurous teenager. She is determined and somewhat stubborn, as shown by her insistence on trying the butt plug despite Eric's reservations. However, she also displays vulnerability when things don't go as planned. Her ability to take charge in intimate situations suggests a level of assertiveness. She is attractive and conscious of her sexuality given how comfortable she is with engaging in intimate activities with her brother Eric. The fact that she wears sweatpants suggest a preference for comfort over fashion in her everyday attire. She has an appealing figure based on the reactions from those around her.

An exaggerated sigh came from Jessi, followed by a sigh that was far less exaggerated and far more sexual. Damn him for making her feel so horny again. Next time she would do it alone, fuck this, far less complicated. "Look... that's what this thing is for... haaa... to get... used to it, okay? Just be careful... I mean, a hot, slutty teenage girl asks you to help put a butt plug into her cute behind; what are you complaining about?"

She was pretty sure that this would work, after all, she had done her research. If the research had consisted of more than giving a look at a porn page and reading a single report about the experience of a far more experienced woman, she might have realized that Eric was right. But she hadn't done more than that, and she was sure that she knew better than him. And she wanted to be ready for the proper butt fucking, so damn it, get that thing in.

"OK..." came Eric's reluctant reply, as he pulled out his finger, allowing Jessi's backdoor to once again firmly shut. Gingerly, he then pressed the tip of the black, tapered toy into her recently vacated hole. "One... two... three" The pressure became more firm then, matching the force he'd used to slip his finger into his sister, but the larger toy made no headway. Not wanting to disappoint Jessi, Eric pressed harder still, and marveled as the tip slipped in, watched as her tight ring slowly stretched around the invader that was penetrating her. "Are you OK?" He loudly whispered, as he listened to the sounds his sister made.

Eric couldn't see it, but Jessi scrunched her face up in concentration and the effort to hold back the pain and humiliation and this strange sensation of being invaded in the wrong place. She understood now that Eric had been right, that this was too big, and that her pucker was not willing to simply let this thing get into her, but she was one stubborn, foolish girl. With a gasp, she buried her face in the bedding, holding back a yelp, shivering all over. God, this was so fucking strange... it hurt, but not really, felt just wrong but also good... with one hand grabbing onto the bedding, she tried to steady herself, and with the other hand, she motioned to Eric to keep going, at least she hoped that he understood what she meant with the slight waving of her hand.

The way Jessi was shaking and twitching had Eric worried, but she waved him on, so he continued. So far, he had only a quarter of the plug's length in, and his sister's pucker already looked opened to it's limit. With the ever expanding diameter of the toy's length, he was sure he would hurt her if he pushed the entire thing into her. By the time he'd reached the halfway point, he was sure Jessi was about to hurt herself, and the excitement he'd felt earlier was fading. "Jessi, please, You're going to hurt yourself! You're only half way through, and it's only getting bigger!" Eric pleaded with worry, and concern in his desperate, whispered voice, "Let's try this again tomorrow before mom gets home, that way we can take some time to get you open up, and used to it. I'll even be able to lick you while I work, to take your mind off it!"

Suddenly reacting just like Eric had hoped, Jessi pushed him away and moved away from the intruding toy into her abused pucker, gasping for air. It was a short shove of force, and then it was over, the pressure on her backside gone, the strange sensation as well. "Fuck..." Gasping this, the teenage girl rolled onto her back and pulled up her pants, wincing as she did so. It was unpleasant, and she wanted nothing more than to ride Eric now, but if she did that, they would be caught for sure. With her face beet red and her expression a bit unsure and abashed, Jessi slowly sat up, looking at Eric. "Umm... thanks... I guess... I guess your big sister is not ready for it... let's... let's try again tomorrow."

Eric immediately jumped on his sister, wrapping his arms around her in a fierce hug. "I know you want to push boundaries, but don't push them so fast, huh? I don't want you getting hurt," he whispered, so softly that I may well have been to himself. Then slightly louder, though still a whisper, he continued: "I'll look for some smaller toys and drop them off in your room before bed, then you can use them to work yourself up to this, OK?"

A flood of warm feelings came across Jessi, flooding her body, nearly overwhelming her, and she automatically wrapped her arms around Eric and pulled him closer, pressing her body against his. She nearly sought out his lips with her own, but then caught herself and forced herself to push him away. "Bro, get off me or I'll do something we'll both regret later," she whispered fiercely and all but crawled away from him. That was when her mind caught up with her hearing and she stopped short, staring at him in shock and surprise. "Wait, there are smaller ones?"

"Well, not like this one. The other toys don't taper out in a cone like this, but I did get a bunch of different sizes. There's a long, thin one with a curve that's about as big around as my finger, and another that's about the length of my hand, and as big around as a quarter. After that, there's the white one that's kind of in the middle, I guess; I even got the one with a head on each end so you can have some fun with other girls. Of course, I had to hide that one somewhere else, it wouldn't fit in the box—" Eric's voice trailed off as he saw the look on his sister's face, "What?"

"Urgh." In shame and embarrassment and fury at her own stupidity, Jessi slapped her hands against her face and buried her face in her palms, groaning loudly and suppressing a small shriek of defeat. Well, not so much, as she did shriek a bit, but not loudly. More like a whispered shriek. After a few moments of keeping this pose, she straightened herself again and looked at Eric, her face flushed and her mouth turned upwards into a smile that held no humor. "I just realized that there are smaller butt plugs. I just thought that... God, I'm such an idiot, you know?"

"OK, but this is the only one we have, so unless you have a fake ID to get into one of those sex shops and the money to pay for it, we'll have to use the normal vibrators until you're ready." Eric got up then and went to dig through the closet, returning a few moments later "Here, we can try these, slip your pants back down, and we'll test them out." he said as he held out a pair of smaller vibrators. "If they work, you can take them with you, and use them tonight when you go to bed, that way you can work on getting loose enough back there to fit the but plug."

Jessi actually licked her lips at the sight of these vibrators; they did promise her great pleasure, and she could already imagine howling with delight at them being used at her rear entrance. But a small gaze at the clock let her decide otherwise, and she stood up from the bed, grabbing the vibrators from her brother's hand. "Dinner is about to be ready, and if we do that now, mom will surely hear me... dammit, why can't this be less complicated?"

She gave her brother a small smile, then suddenly she stepped forward and pushed her head against his, grabbing his lips with hers and kissing him fiercely. She groaned lustily, but for only a second, then she pulled back. "We'll get back to it tomorrow, okay?"

Eric nodded, "Yeah, alright... we still have other stuff to talk about anyway, like I was going to tell you about Max... and I was hoping you'd tell me more about what the deal was with Liz today... and we also need to plan our next visit with Olivia, which I'm hoping will happen some time in the next few days... oh and on a side note, if you decide you want to try those out tonight, send me a video chat on your phone, so I can watch."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Jessi smirked and nodded at those words. "Sure, will do." With that, she pocketed the vibrators. God, she loved those big pockets on her sweat pants; they allowed her to actually put stuff in them. Not like those pants she had begun to buy, they had only these horrible fake pockets, ugh, so annoying. "Okay, Max... Max, Max... Do I know him?"

She actually seemed to think about that, scrunching her face up in thought, which looked a bit comical. "Also, the thing with Liz, short story, she's confused, she's in love, she has no clue what to do, and she panicked and called me. And what we talked about is between her and me. All I can say is that she is afraid that she blew it. Do me a favor and be patient with the girl, okay? She's... She's a treasure."

"Yeah, she's one of a kind," Eric replied, his mind wandering for a moment, his face taking on a happy, far away look, before snapping back to the here and now, "And no, you haven't met Max. He's not like a super close friend, we just talk sometimes. He's super shy, kind of nerdy, but in a good way, at least for the most part. I guarantee he's too timid for Valentina though, so we'll need to find someone to help him with that, before we let her play with him. I know you said Kelly had a thing with four young boys, so she might do, but that theater chick, what's her name...? Kimberly? I think she'd be even better, sense they're so much alike. Beyond that, he really needs to find his own sense of style, because right now... well, he looks like his mom does his shopping for him. You know, lots of starched shirts with collars and sweater vests. Hence why we're going to the mall this weekend..."

Suddenly Eric broke off what he was saying, as a truly wicked thought slipped into his mind: "Hey Jessi, how would you feel about going to the mall twice this weekend?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Playing with her hands in her sweatpants, she had no idea what else to do with them, Jessi listened to what Eric was saying. Actually, that sounded okay. She wasn't into geeky or nerdy boys or shy boys, but hey, as long as he was cute and could keep his mouth shut, it would work, so yeah, fine. And Eric going shopping with him sounded good as well. As Eric then asked how she felt about going to the mall twice, she raised an eyebrow and then slowly began to smile. "Why, want me to introduce him to me? Or someone else, perhaps?"

"Well, you would get a chance to see him for yourself, but that's not what I was thinking. No, I was thinking he needed some girl exposure, something to keep him from going all blushing and shy every time a girl walks into the room. The problem is, it's got to be someone he can be one hundred percent comfortable around; someone who doesn't even really register as a girl to him, at least not at first." Here Eric's grin became downright impish, "Someone like Olivia! You said you're babysitting her this weekend anyway, so we bring her with us too. She can practice teasing and flirting with him, and once we're done at the mall, we can go back to her house, knowing her mom won't be home, and see where things go from there."

"That's... actually a very good idea," Jessi admitted after a moment of hesitation. That idea really wasn't bad, surely a boy of Max age wouldn't react to Olivia in any way thinking of her as a girl. "That could work..." There was of course then also the fact that Jessi was there herself as well and she clearly wasn't a small girl, she was sure that Max and any other boy that age would be keenly aware of her being sexy. But hell, that was worth it. Then something else occurred to her and she spoke it out immediately. "Wait, do you actually mean returning to Olivia's home as in her, me, you and Max or just her, me and you?"

Not that she had anything against either option, but she wanted to be clear on it.