Elder Blood Witcher 346 Caught "Red" Handed!

It didn't really matter in the end as it wasn't anyone else's business what they get up to in their free time, even if they had to be more careful about "Nightly excursions". Another thing she knew Reima was finding difficult was obtaining enough blood for Nerissa to subsist on, regular vampires could feed once a night and be satiated but Nerissa was still a growing girl which meant that she needed more than usual, this added with her unique bloodline that increased the amount she actually required had him scrambling to look for other students that wouldn't notice feeling lethargic the next day.

He had proposed he snuck into the Slytherin dorms, kidnap one of the racist students and kept them locked up as a blood supply in the room of requirement, however it was shot down by Ciri who didn't believe they could get away with it for long. Either way she herself was looking into other methods but wasn't finding anything other than... "That", but she'd continue to look before resorting to something potentially dangerous like "that".

Angelia "So, what're you going to do to Fleur?"

Ciri was broken out of her thoughts and mumbles out "Hmm?"

Angelia "Fleur, what're you going to do to her." he repeat.

Ciri "Nothing?"

Alicia "You can't do that! What if she makes moves on your man! You need to mark your territory!"

Olivia nods at this, seemingly in agreement with Alicia.

Ciri "Look, I'm not worried about Reima being seduced by her."

Angela "But she's a bombsh.e.l.l that has most of our house l.u.s.ting after her, you really don't think your B.F wouldn't be the same?"

Cikri shrugs, "He's always been different so why bother worrying... Even if he does stray I have my ways to sort him out."

Alicia grins, "Ways?"

Angela "I think I know what you're getting at, tug on the b.a.l.l.s lightly and they'll do anything."

...

The others just look at her confused and slightly uncomfortable.

Alicia "And how would you know about that?"

Angela "I may have to pull a few guys to get myself onto the Quidditch team..." she admits.

Alicia "Ewww! Wait, wasn't the Quidditch captain Charlie Weasley?"

Angela gives a smug grin to her.

Alicia "You didn't!"

The next day after breakfast Reima, Ciri and of course Snuffles were walking towards the entrance hall to see about putting his name in the Goblet, he already had the parchment ready and just needed to put it inside and he was sure he'd be picked. That is, until Professor Mcgonagall walks up behind him. "Ahem! Mr Ludvig, please make your way to the headmasters office as he wishes to speak with you."

Reima "Er, can it wait for a bit?"

Her glare already answers his question but she rejects him anyway, "Quickly make your way there, or I'll no longer be a.s.sisting you in your "Problem"." She says before turning around and quickly leaving.

Reima "Man, why now? Ciri, can you put my name in the Goblet?" he asks.

Ciri nods "Of course."

He hands her the parchment before briskly walking towards the headmasters office. Leaving a thoughtful looking Ciri behind.

The journey to the headmasters office isn't all that long, but it still takes him a while to actually find the correct route to it as he feels like the castle is purposely making it difficult for him. He reaches the revolving stairs that lead to the office and stands before a large Gargoyle that guards a set of heavy wooden doors...

Reima "Er, Crumpets? No, Juicy drop?" he continues to name sweet's he vaguely remembers the name of before an amused voice echoes from behind the door.

"The door is unlocked, no need to play word games with my statue."

Reima scratches the back of his embarra.s.sed and quickly goes through the doors which lead into Dumbledore's office.

Looking around he sees various gadgets and do-dads, each doing something weird or random for seemingly no reason. Reima suspects it's just to add mystery and awe for those in the old man's presence, though he's still unconsciously drawn towards the large phoenix sat in the middle of the room on a perch.

He walks towards it and tries to stroke it but it shrieks and flaps it's wings at him, he sighs and turns towards Dumbledore who seemed to be watching this interaction intently.

"Fawkes has always been a good judge of character, but perhaps even phoenixes can be wrong sometimes? I hope that's the case in this instance." he says.

Reima "Er, why did you call me up... Sir?"

Dumbledore smiles at him, "Now, why would I ask you up here? What do you think Mr Ludvig?"

Reima goes silent, quickly thinking of the many things the headmaster could be cautious or even fearful of... Did he figure out that he brainwashed the Minister into allowing them entry here?

Dumbledore chuckles, "The correct answer would be no, Mr Ludvig, but I see you are not well versed in the subtle art of subterfuge... No, the reason I wished for your presence was due to various complains I have recieved from a certain Damien Parks..."

Reima's face becomes grim at this.

Dumbledore continues "He complained about lethargy, difficulty falling to sleep, pins and needles constantly effecting him throughout the day, and a rather dramatic increase in hunger... You wouldn't happen to know what this all means would you?"