So many pieces to put back together

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[idolpire]

[Look, dog, she offered. What kind of vampire would say no?]

Maybe you should. Good for more than just witchcraft, you know.

[His attempt at levity may have fallen a little flat. He was still a little off his game, not entirely sure how he'd wound up where he had or that this wasn't part of some trick by a coven.]

[whichwitchisit]

[Hagrid huffs and relaxes, eyeing Poppy as if to make sure she was okay. The witch binds her wrist quickly with a poultice, then walks to the fridge and grabs a bottle of orange juice. She looks fairly practiced.]

I'm a vegetarian. Wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I'm not a blood bank.

[idolpire]

Really? Why?

[What person would willingly stick to veggies when they had a lovely steak as an option? Really, Poppy.]

[whichwitchisit]

Most living things feel pain. I'm a healer, not a killer. [It's a simple enough explanation and she raises an eyebrow.]

You look like you're starting to heal up a bit.

[idolpire]

What, and plants are exempt from feeling an ouchie as you nibble into them? Think again, love. Ever had a pissed off dryad screeching at you about her babies?

[Spike moved to flap out his coat, settling it more solidly against himself as he patted himself down.]

Little bit, yeah. Witches have a kick to them. Not like a Slayer, but that's probably for the best. Wouldn't really do to get all hot and bothered when Rex there is looking at me like he wants to see what I taste like.

[whichwitchisit]

Trust me, I don't eat dryads. [She rolls her eyes a little and then plunks down on her chair, sighing softly. To his next comment, her eyebrow raises.]

You got plenty bothered. [She smirks and then slants a glance towards Hagrid, who's chilled out.] Don't mind him. Familiars just get a bit possessive.

[idolpire]

And yet, to a dryad, your spinach wrap is full of her babies. They're incredibly territorial over all things leafy and grown from the ground.

[He gave a downward glance at his now mostly settled self, adding a little half-shrug to go with it.]

It is what it is. Blood and sex are a thing for vamps. Not like I did anything about it.

[whichwitchisit]

Hm. Maybe I'll have to figure something else out.

[Right, so. He's healed. She's done her good civic duty. She raises an eyebrow again, not knowing that, and chuckles.]

No, you didn't. Thank you. You were an absolute gentleman.

[idolpire]

I was, wasn't I?

[A smug grin as he settles his jacket on his shoulders more comfortably.]

And now I know there's a tasty little witch who doesn't mind helping out a poor, wounded vampire. Might have to throw myself in front of a car now and then.

[whichwitchisit]

Oh gods, please don't. [But even she has to laugh softly, taking a long drink from the glass of fresh juice she poured. She sighs and walks back over, taking a seat on the couch next to Hagrid.]

Well, you do know where I live. Try not to get killed?

[idolpire]

I do. And I've got myself an invitation, as you've so kindly dragged me in. I'd watch that, witchy-boo. Inviting strange vampires without souls in will get you munched on, and you're just tasty enough that they won't mind dealing with Sir Barksalot here.

[whichwitchisit]

[To that, she smirks.] Don't worry. If you actually intended me harm, that little circle around the perimeter would have burst you into flames. [The smirk turns into a sunny grin.]

And he's not a dog.

[idolpire]

Might have been worth it. I'll be tasting you for a few days.

[He licked his lips and waggled his brow suggestively. He may have a soul, but he was still a male vampire who was semi-aroused by the taste of blood and hey, she was a cute redhead.]

Right. Not a dog. A familiar in the shape of a dog...

[He sounded entirely dismissive of that, rolling his eyes at the 'dog'.]