Application: Ivy Tamwood (Kim Harrisons 'Rachel Morgan' series)

[tamwood]

((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered

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[racheltherunner]

I instinctively froze when I heard my name being called in that tone in that voice. My head turned so quickly I got a crick in my neck. Turn take it, it was Ivy.

I suppose I shouldn't have been too surprised. After all, Jenks had just shown up. Not like Ivy would brood alone for too long.

Slowly walking into the Sorting Room, hands stuck in the back pockets of my jeans and my expression a little too bright, I said, "Hi, Ivy! Um, good to see you?" I quickly checked her pupils to see if they were her familiar brown or rimmed in the black that meant she was going vampy on me.

Oh, man, I was so going to get yelled at.

Still, a grin worked its way across my mouth. God, I'd missed her. I was sure I'd be reevaluating just how much, here, in a moment, but it just wasn't the same without her around.

[tamwood]

At the sound of Rachel's greeting, Ivy's head jerked up, a cold glare flashing across her face. In an instant, relief rushed through her - thank god, she was alive and well - but that relief was quickly overtaken by irritation. She slapped her hands on the desk, standing up swiftly and storming towards Rachel. Thankfully, she had the presence of mind to keep one hand at her robe belt, keeping it closed.

"Where have you been?" Ivy hissed, narrowing her eyes. She wasn't vamping out, not yet, this was just the typical Ivy temperament. "Why didn't you call me? You know that-"

Abruptly, she cut herself off, nostrils flaring. Mingling with Rachel's natural scent, there was somebody else. And she couldn't help but notice, with a surprising amount of disappointment, that there was no trace of her scent on Rachel. The thought made darkness blink at the back of her mind. A man - human, definitely. Probably a drinker with a fetish for leather, maybe. "Who is that? That human that's been all over you?" Ivy snapped, raising furious eyes to

[racheltherunner]

"It's been a little busy, but I really did - "

Oh. Oh shit. Scrubbing my hands on my jeans - as if that would help - I kept the smile firmly in place. "There's no human all over me, Ivy. This place is crawling with them, though, and I live in a dorm." I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. "That's all."

That she'd picked Dean's scent off of me - because that's who it was, no question - was a little worrying. But what Ivy didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Besides, it was none of her business if I was sleeping with someone. And we weren't even really sleeping together. That was a little too formal. It was more like sometimes we went and got beat up together and stumbled into sex.

Even though he had asked me out.

"What are you doing here?" I finally let my eyes roam over her and my lips quirked up. "In your robe."

[tamwood]

Clutching her robe a bit tighter around her middle, Ivy took another deep breath, fighting to keep her instincts at bay. Her human side, while maybe a little protective of Rachel, didn't really mind that Rachel was practically covered in the scent of a human. Her vampire side, however, did.

"Don't change the topic," Ivy scowled, freeing a hand to run it through her hair and try introduce some form of order to it.

Her nostrils flared again, and despite herself, darkness swam behind her eyes, the pupils growing just slightly larger. Her vampire side was not happy. "And don't lie, I can smell him. And I can smell that you've had sex," she hissed, intent on dragging an answer out of Rachel, simultaneously trying to fight the chant of mine, MINE at the back of her head.

[busty_robin]

"Little known fact! Barney, the puppet, does have blood running through his felt-covered veins. Only, it’s invisible and scentless, on account of being made primarily of the hopes and dreams of the ex-child co-stars whose Hollywood dreams he’s shattered." Blink. Smile. "Hi, I'm Steph."

[tamwood]

Ivy raised a thin eyebrow, letting out a very un-lady-like snort of amusement. Her temper hadn't vanished, but she had to admit, that had been a good line.

"Which would point to why he hasn't been drained yet," she agreed dryly. "Ivy Tamwood." Ivy sniffed delicately, frowning. There was a lot of magic here. "Where are we?"

[busty_robin]

"Exactly. The hopes and dreams of ex-child costars are very mealy. Like, you need to have a soda afterwards, only you've just killed Barney, so there's no time to relax with a coke. It's a vicious circle." Seeing the woman sniff around, Steph tried to discreetly do a B-O check. She'd been training zealouslya lot recently, but she was good about the showering.

"At a school in Scotland." She almost left it at that, but then remembered what made Hogwarts Hogwarts. "A magic school. Er- school of Magic," she added. Weird that the 'magic' bit was now an afterthought.

[tamwood]

A school of magic really wasn't an unusual thing for Ivy - after all, where she came from, many people had gone to college to learn how to cook spells and speak demonic languages. Well, not so much with the demonic languages - apparently that subject was fairly boring and useless.

"Scotland," she mused, chewing on the tip of the quill pen. After a moment, she looked back at Steph. "Do many people turn up here without consent?"

[not_a_bug]

"Sweet mother of Tink, it's a Tamwood."

Jenks let out a grin that could only be described as shit-eating as he flitted to Ivy, wings blurring to an excited shade of lavender. Ooh, she looked furious. She was in her robe and her hair was unbrushed... Jenks tsk-ed, shaking a finger towards the Vamp and quirking a smirk. "Now, now, Ivy, hasn't anyone told you that you shouldn't be wearing your bathrobe in public? Unless you're going for some kind of Pre-Turn weirdo fashion, then, by all means."

[tamwood]

Narrowing her eyes and scowling fiercely, Ivy swiftly reached out and made to swat Jenks, though she made sure to miss him by an inch. As satisfying as it might have been, she didn't really want to have to put up with his whining if she broke one of his wings.

Then again, Jenks hadn't really done anything wrong, so her irritation was more of the 'disgruntled in the morning' variation. "I'm surprised Matalina let you out of her sight, seeing as she wears the pants in your relationship," she grouched, folding her arms across her chest.

[not_a_bug]

He would have never let her live that down. Probably would have moped for days, complaining about how he couldn't fly, and do you know how hard it is to even walk ten feet on two inch legs? Honestly, Tamwood. Luckily, she had the semblance of a thought to not do so. Saved her lots of bitching.

"Actually, she's quite fond of skirts, and you're totally jealous," Jenks sniffed, gingerly crossing his arms and sticking up his nose. Zounds, he already missed Matalina so much, and it had only been a couple of days. She hit THAT nail right on the head. "Especially those short ones she makes herself? Turn it all, don't even have to take those off to get access."

[tamwood]

Twisting her face into a scowl, Ivy pulled her robe tighter around her. "Not something I need to think about this early in the morning," she warned Jenks, though with her appearance it was less 'dangerous vampire' and more 'cranky harmless vampire'.

She would have teased him more about Matalina, but she didn't need whining about how he missed his wife, either. So Ivy searched for a topic that would hopefully be more calming on her ears. "When did you get here?" She asked instead, pointedly.

[maid_brienne]

Brienne tried not to notice how little the woman was actually wearing, which wasn't easy since she... really wasn't wearing much of anything.

Struggling for something to say, Brienne opened and closed her mouth a few times before managing to get out, "Um, are you cold?"

[tamwood]

Earth and steel - an interesting scent, and one that made Ivy relax marginally. Some smells were just like that.

At the question, a small smile curled the edge of her lips, and she shook her head. "I don't really feel the cold," she said dryly, wondering if her appearance was offensive. She didn't think so.

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

Laura looked over the applicant, shook her head, and took a quill from her bag and lay it down on the table. She pointed her wand at it and muttered "Transfiguro peniculus," and the quill transformed into a hairbrush.

"Hi. Clothes are a little trickier, but they've got some old school uniform pieces around someplace. One of the house-elves could probably put an outfit together for you."

[tamwood]

Even though some might have seen it as a small gesture, Ivy was - for reasons she hadn't figured out just yet - rather grateful for the hairbrush. It was probably something to do with the fact that she was still severely discombobulated, and any gesture of kindness seemed like a godsend.

"Thank you," she replied, almost smiling gratefully. It was her own typical stoic personality that made the expression seem almost bland - but for Ivy, it was a big thing. With a content sigh, she started running the brush through her hair, absently noting the scent of werewolf on this woman. Interesting. "House elves?"

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

"Yeah. They're like the servants here at Hogwarts. It used to be run like a normal boarding school is what I hear, which is why there's lots of leftover school uniform pieces and robes around. I'd offer to lend you something of mine, but I doubt we're the same size."

She tilted her head. "Nowadays it's a lot, ahh, looser at Hogwarts, what with so many people just suddenly appearing here, or being brought back from the dead into the Sorting Room. It's getting to where someone coming here on their own is the rarity."

[tamwood]

Quietly, Ivy let loose a silent sigh of relief that Laura had said that they were different sizes for clothes. It was nothing against Laura, it was the sharing of clothes itself - allowing scents to mix was like a 'come bite me' signal for vampires. And Ivy didn't like letting her instincts run free.

Still, the house elves sounded pretty cool. Just like her old home - only the ones weren't home weren't... house elves. "I suppose I'll just get my clothes shipped in," Ivy shrugged, running the brush through her hair. She quirked a grin. "Come back from the dead though - that's useful, I imagine."