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[james damon evans]

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<sub>You could say that James was not the nicest person around, he was fairly grumpy half the time but this was just how the ex-Slytherin was like. No one could really change that. James had been like this ever since that he started at Hogwarts. His First Year was the year that he began to change and ever his parents could tell he was becoming a different person. The reason this happened to James was because he was a half-vampire and at first he thought that it was stupid. All of his other friends were ‘normal’ they did not have any gift that was passed on from their parents. The young Slytherin was jealous of the other kids and felt like a outcast. Although James never did tell anyone that he was half-vampire, it would have made a very awkward conversation, and awkward was something that James did not enjoy. His plan from steering away from awkward situations was quite simple actually…don’t get involved with anyone and never speak about being a vampire. To this very day James had been doing really well with this. There was no one that knew about his gift and right now he was not planning on telling anyone else…or was he?

James may have vowed he would never tell anyone that he was a vampire…but that may have changed very soon. There was one person that James could have told about himself, but this person was someone that he actually liked. There was something about the girl that made him feel different, at first James had not like this feeling at all. It made James feel like a little girl and well that was something that he did not want to feel like. The word ‘feeling’ was something that he despised in itself. It was so girlie…and stupid – if you asked James. He liked to be the tough guy that had a wall that no one could break down. However, he had a feeling that it was slowly breaking down already. Before he had met Isobel he could be the mean guy and walk around with people looking at him wearily. He could have people walking the other way just because they were intimated by him. However, this was also beginning to change. Maybe James had to make himself look, and act tougher? Now he was going to have to start thinking of ways to do this…

Maybe James could just totally be rude to people and get rough with those who even looked at him? Or was that too crazy? Before James could even go into a deeper thought about his new plan he was interrupted by his own thoughts. These thoughts were of the girl that he had been thinking about for a while. It was driving James mad and he was starting to get annoyed with himself. Isobel had asked James to help her with some work she had to do for some class. He was not sure whether she had told him what it was, but he agreed to help…simply because he wanted to see her again. It had been a while since James had actually seen the girls face – to be honest he was starting to miss her beautiful face. He smiled as he thought about her…but then suddenly stopped and frowned. This was really getting ridiculous.

”Urghh!” he called out while holding his head in his hands. It was not that James hated liking Isobel; it was more along the lines that he actually felt something for someone. The first time that the two of them met was actually last year at the Blake Lake. She was having a swim and he was bored, as soon as he set his eyes on her he knew there was something about the girl. That was he day that James gradually began to change for the better. However, James did not see it that way. Sighing lightly, James lay back on the soft grass and closed his eyes for a second. James thought that it was really nice out here…wait. Now that was something that James would not think.</sub>

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[isobel katherine krum]

` you have stolen my h e a r t

<sub>Isobel has never been that girl. For the most part, she would like to say that she has an unnormal amount of self control. She's never been the girl who you can easily seduce with a flirty eye and a charming smile. She's not the girl that stays up at night, thinking about the guy until it's morning. She's not the girl who falls apart just because he's gone for a day. And more importantly- she can't be that girl. Because no matter what happens, that's the girl who'll get her heart broken. Though she's not particularly against the concept of love, as unwilling as she is to admit that it does exist, Isobel happens to be very much against the idea of her falling in love. She's the girl that thinks everything through before she makes a move. She's never been impulsive or reckless. For whatever reason, she just cannot throw caution to the wind and take a leap of faith. She likes to think of it as her protecting herself from an evitable heartbreak. It makes sense- doesn't it? At least, it used to. But now...now, everything is just scrambled around and her world is upside down. Everything that used to make sense- it doesn't anymore. It happens when she wakes up, when his name suddenly bursts into her bubble. Hell, it happens when she's turning the corner. For the most part, Isobel ignored it. Of course, everybody's heard of love at first sight. But she'd be damned if she actually thought that it happened to her. It just doesn't make any sense to her- none whatsoever. But for some reason, she couldn't get that smile and those surprisingly blue eyes out of her mind. Of course, maybe she's just being paranoid and maybe she's just overthinking things. As far as her memory can go, Isobel's never so even had a crush. Not even one of those childhood ones. At the time, she had just assumed it's because the right time will come. If you meet someone- then great. But as time went by, she changed her mind about that. Maybe she just doesn't want to fall in love. Sure, it sounds great in books. Butterflies in your stomach and whatnot.

Truthfully speaking, Isobel hadn't mean to get in trouble with the Professor. For whatever reason, she had just not been able to concentrate in class that day. Everytime he opened his mouth, she would find herself staring out in space, her mind off in wonderland. Of course, she regretted not paying more attention when he actually caught her in the act. That itself should just labeled weird. Isobel's always been the good girl, the daughter that every overprotective father should wish for. She doesn't drink, she doesn't date, in other words- she's the poster child for everything sugary, spicey, and everything nice. She really hates herself sometimes. Doing the right thing is just something that's been drilled in her head over and over again. Do the right thing, Isobel. It's always been easy for her to put aside her own personal wants to take care of other people's needs. But anyways, he had given her a choice between " Vampires, " and " The Impact of the Dark Ages on the Modern Muggle Views. " - Guess which one she picked? Granted, she knows practically nothing about vampires, in spite of being a witch. The closest she's ever gotten to the subject was when her father, out of a strange but kind thought nevertheless, gave her a pile of muggle vampire books. And without needing to say it, she wasn't very fond of them. The books, that is. She could remember reading one phrase before tossing them in her bedroom corner. But like Hell she was going to admit that to him.

Her decision to ask him for help was one that even she can't understand. It would've been so easy to ask someone else for help. But no, she had decided on him. James Damon Evans. It may be the first, and hopefully only, impulsive thing she's ever done in her life. But as she walked in the Garden, she realized one thing. She's not sorry that her professor had given her this assignment. Not even in the slightest. Wanting to slap herself and run toward the Garden at the same time, she wondered, briefly, if she was going insane. It's still a possibility. Almost instantly, she found him. Without thinking, she could feel a smile tugging on her lips. " Hello to you too, " She teased lightly, trying not to laugh. And it was then did she have her second realization of the day. She was then remembered of the earlier phrase, butterflies in the stomach. But she doesn't have butterflies. No, it was something much stronger than that. It feels like bats.

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[james damon evans]

if i could hold this moment
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<sub>Hearing the soft voice coming from behind him the ex-Slytherin quickly shot up and turned his head slowly to look at the stranger – who of course was not a stranger at all. Isobel was here … and it sounded like she had heard his groan. James looked away from the girl and turned his head back to where it had been before. He closed his eyes and felt like hitting himself on the head. James may have just embarrassed himself in front of the one girl that he actually liked. That was something that had never happened to James so it was going to be an experience for James but it was not going to be a good one. He did not even know whether Isobel had actually heard him, he was just making a big deal out of nothing. Soon enough James was going to end up sounding paranoid and just stupid. ”Hey Isobel, how you doing?” he spoke coolly while waiting for the young Ravenclaw to take a seat beside him. His eyes remained on the girl before he took them away and looked at his surroundings. He was fascinated by the garden and the pond that was across from where they were sitting. Nature was one thing that James did not care much about. It was just something that was there but not ever thought about. Sure the grass that he was sitting on was slowly growing each day – but that was something that James thought was irrelevant.

”So … how can I be of assistance?” James asked while taking his eyes away from the pond. He was starting to become mesmerised by the slow motions of the water as the little fish swam around without a care in the world. James turned slightly where he sat so he could get a proper look at the girl. He hated talking to people but not looking at them at the same time. It was not that James thought it was rude not to look at the person you were talking to. He could not have cared if he was being rude…but with this girl James found it extremely difficult to be his rude-self. Of course he could have tried to be a jerk to Isobel; it just would not work out very well. He was already being such a nice person to the Ravenclaw, that it would be difficult to swap his attitude. Also if he did change the way he talked to Isobel it would have no difference on how she acted towards him – so James thought. In his mind he thought that they were friends now and if he acted like an idiot towards her then she would think he was joking around with her. That was the little theory inside his mind so it would have been no use to act like a jerk in front of Isobel.

What if James had been like that the first time the two of them met? This would not be happening right now, she probably would never have spoken to him again. For that James was just glad that he had not been like that towards Isobel. James also knew that his ‘scary’ factor did not work on her, sometimes James did wish that it worked. He felt so different around her and it scared him. The only reason it scared the ex-Slytherin was because he did not want people to think he was some cuddly teddy bear that was all soft. James was a vampire and they were creatures that were not to be messed with. However, James did not really seem like one of them. This was because he was just a half-vampire – like said before. There was not a lot that James actually knew about vampires; of course he knew the minimum that he needed to know. It was enough to allow him to live the life that he did - the life that seemed so carefree. One thing that James loved about being a vampire was that he was fast. Yes, there may have been other wizards out there who were fast, but James was faster than the average wizard. Technically if he had been a full vampire then he would not be called a wizard. James was thankful that he only had half the gift.

”Will I be doing all of this homework you have been given? If I do have to do that … then … you won’t like me when I’m angry” James winked at the brunette as he teased her. James was more than sure that he was not going to be doing all of the work for the girl. She was highly intelligent and he was even going to admit that she was smarter than him. However, that was never going to be said to Isobel, he did not want to give her that satisfaction. They were friends, yes but James just loved teasing the girl. It was only because she always came back with some witty comeback that always made him smile or laugh – things that were rare for him.</sub>

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[isobel katherine krum]

` you have stolen my h e a r t

<sub>James had such a strange effect on her- it certainly can't be healthy. Or sane. He was someone who could Isobel blush, cry, and laugh at the same time. Probably even without meaning to. There just something about him in general that made Isobel want to run but freeze at the same time. Whatever it may be, it is most definitely not wanted. If she had more common sense, she would've been avoiding him like the plague. But instead, she was running straight at him- er, not literally. But you get the point. Now, Isobel isn't a sappy person. She may be one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she's not normally one to get all emotional over a boy. However, it would just be a lie to say that she didn't feel...something for him. The problem is figuring out what exactly that something is. Still trying not to let that pesky smile take total control of her, she opened her mouth to answer her question when he looked at her. Looking back from the future, she simply can't remember what happened in the next minute or so. Aside from those blue eyes, of course. " Good, I'm good. You? " Isobel said suddenly, reclaiming her ability to speak. Not very well, though.

She shouldn't be doing this. That much she already knew. He's the type of guy that any self respecting girl should stay away from. He's the type of guy that a best friend would cry over because he simply can't give a crap. It should be easy for Isobel to view him like that- someone who would not only give her a headache, wait- you can check that off, but someone who is also a bad influence. If it had been any other guy, Isobel would've steered clear of them. But somehow, she just doesn't get that vibe from him. Sure, he could easily scare her out of her pants- at least, that's what she had thought. Call her naive or simply stupid- but she can't but wonder if maybe first impressions could be misleading. With James, she doesn't get that sense of danger or anything. Sure, there are times, many many times, where she would like slap him, or give him a stern speech, but they always pass within a few seconds. Physically speaking, she was full aware of the fact that he could probably overpower her without even trying. But he won't. Hopefully.

So … how can I be of assistance? That is, actually, a wonderful question. One that Isobel herself has yet to figure out. She could very well do this assignment on her own, as any who knows her even the slightest would be full aware of. She's always been quite an independent person. But yet, she picks now to ask for help. Go figure. Maybe she just wanted to see him- a selfish answer. Not that she was actually going to admit that to him. It's not like he needs another reason to tease her. She'd never be able to live it down. " Well- what do you know about vampires? " Isobel asked lightly, smiling back at him. In a completely friendly way, of course. Because that's what he is- a friend. With very, very blue eyes. A friend who can make her smile, despite her will not to. For some very odd, still unexplained reason- it's near impossible to stay mad at him. Not that she hasn't tried. Give her some credit.

Will I be doing all of this homework you have been given? If I do have to do that … then … you won’t like me when I’m angry. Strangely enough, Isobel had a feeling that even if he was angry- she'd still like him. As a friend. Again. But still, she wasn't about to pass up a chance to lecture him. " You don't scare me, " She laughed, meaning every word. " And don't you worry your pretty little head. You should know me better than that. " She remarked, still smiling absent mindedly. Wait a minute...was she flirting? No, that's impossible. For one thing- she doesn't know how.

What is the world coming to?


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[james damon evans]

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<sub>Pushing his hands through his dark hair James watched the grass carefully as the subtle wind pushed it back and forth. The wind was not strong enough to make anything else there move, it was just slowly walking above the grass while leaving a cool feeling on James’ hand. Well, he would have said it was leaving a cool feeling on his hand, if he wasn’t so cold himself anyway. The vampire in him meant that his skin wasn’t as hot as, let’s say, Isobel’s. The ex-Slytherin pulled his eyes away from the green grass and looked in the direction of the brunette. James’ light eyes were fixed on Isobel as she spoke. He nodded gently as he acknowledged what Isobel had said. Even though James could be an idiot most of the time, he was still someone that listened to what others had to say. Whether he really processed what was being said was another story. However, right now he was hearing everything that Isobel said; loud and clear – this was very rare and Isobel should have felt special at this moment.

”Mmhm, I’m not too bad. Saw some annoying things running around when I first arrived here, but other than that things are good” James said as he answered her question. The ‘annoying things’ that James was referring to were kids, they were at the entrance of the gardens and he was not pleased to bump into them earlier. Little children were just too noisy and they could not be controlled by their parents; muggle kids were the worst though. They did not care for anyone. The children would run wildly and not even listen to a single thing their parents were screaming at them – although would you listen to someone if they were screaming at you? One thing James was glad about was the fact that muggle kids did not know of magic. If they did then the kids would have been even worse. James sighed while putting the thought of the kids behind and thinking about Isobel once again.

Right now he was just relaxing and watching the girl. He loved how her dark hair moved along with the wind – the wind that was starting to pick up now – and he also liked her dark, chocolate brown eyes. Looking into her eyes made James smile, but that smile soon faded away as she mentioned one particular word; vampires. He froze as he tried to remember what she had actually said to him. James laughed a little as he parted his mouth to speak. ”Vampires? You want to know about vampires? … How much do you need to know?” he spoke while staring down at his feet. James obviously knew a hell of a lot about vampires, so Isobel was going to receive a lot of information from him. This was, however, something that James had never done. He had never needed to talk to someone about vampires, or help anyone with homework that involved them.

”Ha. I really don’t scare you…” James said as he trailed off slightly. He was just starting to become wary of talking to Isobel about vampires. He had always thought that if he spoke to someone about them, then maybe they would start figuring out the different signs…and then that would result in them finding about his little secret. To James it was something that he did not want to talk about, at all. That was weird though, he was a tough guy and could stand up to anyone or anything but when it came to things like this he was different. A wimp maybe?</sub>

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[isobel katherine krum]

` you have stolen my h e a r t

<sub>When it comes to guys, Isobel can proudly state that she knows nothing about them. Which, in a way that's almost sad, it basically true. First point- she's about as female as you can get. Second, the closest she's ever gotten to a male would be her father. Truthfully, she envies the people who can fly from one person to another, like a true social butterfly. But unfortunately, Isobel isn't like that. She's more like a social snail, who prefers to stay inside her shell until she's absolutely sure that there's nothing out there. Call her paranoid, but that's just the way Isobel's always been. She's hesitant and she can be reserved- but she's never really been particularly unique. You can probably find dozens of shy brunettes, if you looked hard enough. But back to males. They're annoying and they can give her a headache at times- that's all very true. She's never truly invested any time on them, as you've probably notice. She turned around to see what he was talking about- and rolled her eyes in a dramatic fashion when she saw children playing around. " Aren't you a reguluar Scooge? " She teased, unable to resist the comment.

Hmmm. Is it weird to ask someone she's only known for a short period of time for help on her homework? Probably. But it had been a rush decision. If she had thought about it longer, she would've convinced herself to back out and that'll be that. So on top of a self proclaimed snail, she's also one to over-analyze things. The good thing that she'll probably hardly ever make any stupid mistakes, such as getting pregnant at seventeen. The bad news? The chances of her doing anything spontaneous is actually looking quite low. Generally, Isobel's not keen to make a fool out of herself. But it does happen, such as times like this. Maybe she should've paid more attention in class. Maybe if she had, she wouldn't be here right now. Maybe...well, maybe she should stop staring at him like an idiot and answer his question.

But we all have dreams.

" Just what they...are, I suppose. I don't know a lot. " It was a horrible explanation, followed by a sheepish smile. Now, Isobel isn't as insecure as most sixteen year old girls are. She's never really compared herself to other people. But once in a while, she would take a look around and her self esteem would take a tiny hit. Granted, she usually got over it a few minutes later, moving on with her life- as always. But a tiny part can't help but wonder why the hell was he helping her with her homework. Not that she would actually ask him that, of course. There's really no need to help him amplify his ego even more. He does that quite well on his own. " No, you don't really scare me. I don't why, though. I think you should. I mean, you are tall. And I bet that you can pull off a good Dracula impression. " Of course, the only reason why Isobel doesn't talk a lot might be because when she does, chances are- she'll say something stupid. But she's nervous. Hell, she's nervous that she's nervous. " But you're like a cookie. Like an Oreo. Not that I would, you know, try to eat you or anything but... " Yup. When in doubt, it's always best to keep your mouth closed.


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