Dexter Harrison

Twenty One Class of '14 Aloof TA at Havensdale High Warlock "I'll look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while."

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan smirked at Dexter, she had definitely said worse to him before. She looked at him as he crouched down. She clearly wasn't doing this alone anymore. "It would be smart to have a little fear. I'm unpredictable." She smirked as he played with her hair. "Careful with the hair, my expensive product is in short supply. You have surprised me recently."

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter matched her smirk, almost shocked that she hadn't immediately swatted his hand away. There was a time when they would have literally melted if Meghan had looked at him like that, but as it was now, he was more thrilled by the threat. "So am I. You made sure of that." Because it had all been because of her, right? If she hadn't killed Ian, they wouldn't have lost their humanity bringing him back, and wouldn't be so free now. "Guess you'll just have to find a way to conjure up some more of it." He lightly tugged on the strand, refusing to retract their hand. "Oh? Amazing what can happen to a guy when one woman annihilates his entire life."

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan wasn't concerned about Dexter; he had more survival instincts than that to try something with her. Plus, if he did, she didn't need the dagger to handle him. "A dangerous hobby to take up. Oh please, if there is someone in town, I am not worried about it's you. You seem relaxed yourself." She thought it was a bad move on his part. "Today or in general?"

[d-exterharrison]

A scoff escaped him as he placed a hand over his heart, "You wound me deeply, Megs" Dexter shrugged and moved closer to her, even daring to crouch beside her where she was foraging. "Should I be afraid of you? It's not like my life's mission is to save your soul." He reached out to twirl a strand of her hair around his finger. "Both? But I'm sure I know the answer, and that it'll sting my ego."

[ian-magic-son]

"No, really. It was in 'What Hi-Fi?' magazine this month and they said it offered "astounding" sound quality. I'm ready to be wowed by the next best turntable but right now, we have a clear winner. I... Sorry, I've gotten completely off track, haven't I? Off track," Mitchell chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, anyway. What was your question again?" @havensdalestarters

[d-exterharrison]

Deborah sighed softly, watching him babble fondly, but lowkey wishing Lacy were here to shift the conversation. "Mitchell, hon, I'm so happy for you and your turntable, but I literally asked if you had tried these cookies Claire Cooper made." She held one up and looked at it, "Granted, it does look like a record, but I beg of you to stop."

[itsquinnvalentine]

odette stood in conversation, holding court with some other guests "i know! could you imagine the stress of planning all of this? i wouldn't know where to start. i'm so proud of felicity and joseph, they've thought of everything for us all. don't you think?" @havensdalestarters

[d-exterharrison]

Deborah shook her head, briefly resting a hand on Odette's arm. "No, I absolutely cannot. I don't even want to think about how stressful this must have been to plan!" She was in absolute awe of her friends for having managed to pull this together. "I'm actually shocked they invited Andrea–have you seen the way she's been eyeing the ice sculptures? She's just as stressful as the planning, I'd imagine!"

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan wasn't a fan of running into people from her past, so many people in this town had a past with her, ones they couldn't seem to move on from. She might look like the same girl, but she was not the same person who grew up here. Dexter had proven himself particularly annoying.

So when she laid eyes on him, it was hard to resist rolling her eyes at him. "Oh, I am sure you do. What are you doing here? Stalking one of your new hobbies?" She shook her head, going back to cutting one of the roots.

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter released a soft sigh as Meghan lowered the dagger and returned to what she was doing–how was he supposed to have fun now that he knew there could be a dagger pointed at his throat and she was withholding that little thrill? "Maybe it is. Clearly I'm not very good at it though, or remotely threatening enough since you're so quick to drop your guard." His stance relaxed and he leaned sideways against the nearest tree with a pout on his lips. "Do I bore you, Meghan?"

[d-exterharrison]

It’s Deborah Harrison - 1999 edition!

Name: Deborah Harrison Age: 30 years old Species: Human Occupation: Vice Principal of Havensdale High Hometown: Manhattan, NY FC: Hayden Panettiere

Deborah Harrison is a no-nonsense kind of woman. She runs a tight ship, knows what she wants and how to get it. She has an opinion, it’s not a crime! Is she a little scathing at times? Sure, but at least she’s honest. Deborah expects the best for son, her students and herself.

She might be in everyone else’s business, but that doesn’t mean that she wants everyone else in hers. By that, she means her marriage. Is her husband a warlock? Yes. Does that come with its own set of challenges? Shall we say... Sure. Does she want to talk about it? No, thank you!

James, her husband, is actually out of town tonight anyway, so… she’ll be attending solo.

Notable Connections:

Dexter Harrison: her baby boy! Born 1995 (aged 4).

Iris Cooper & Laurel Whitlock: her little sisters! She loves them with all her heart, but they have a tendency to get on her last nerve–Laurel, especially (who ran off with some boy to become a hunter). Aunt to Iris' kids, Cal & Cameron Cooper. @c-alliecooper

Lacy & Mitchell Morrison: her next-door neighbours and close friends. @ian-magic-son, @mystic-meghan

Felicity & Joe Montgomery: - close friends. Will Faye and Dexter get married one day? Absolutely! @goforfaye

Charles Harvelle: a treacherous letch of a man that almost came between her and her sisters. She does not like him! @its-jess-bitches

[mystic-meghan]

@d-exterharrison

Meghan had been working on some stuff behind the scenes, anything to get away from her roommates. She was still thinking of ways to get away from everyone else. But she was still studying under Engel, trying to learn everything she could from him, and Frederick wanted her close for his plans.

She was out in the woods gathering up some herbs along with a few other components for spells. She was hoping to find some animals to get a few more things, but so far she hasn't been so lucky. She was cutting out some belladonna by the root when she heard steps approach. She held up the dagger as she turned around.

"Of course, it's you."

[d-exterharrison]

With his house looking out on to the woods, Dexter only had to glance outside to notice Meghan wandering in on her own. Curious about what dastardly deed she was up to for his dear old grandfather, they were quick to follow after her. What else was a bored warlock to do? They weren't exactly sure what they planned to do with the information–maybe he would pass the information on to Ian to ensure his attention remained firmly away from his best friend's tragic warlock ways–but maybe it would just be fun to torment her.

For the most part, Dexter kept his distance–observing her–but that rapidly became tedious. As they approached her, Meghan turned on them with a dagger, and a grin spread across his lips as he raised his hands in submission. "No, please." He deadpanned, "I have so much to live for."

[hailietyler]

Hailie wanted to scrub her memory clean from every moment she had shared with Dexter Harrison. She wanted to un-touch him, to un-love him. She wished that she never met them. The worst part was that she could only truly blame herself. Hate herself. She had let Dexter in, she had let herself be happy and feel safe. And it's not like he'd done this to hurt her. Her Dexter had saved Ian Morrison's life, their best friend. There wasn't anything Hailie wouldn't do for hers, for Jason, so how could she fault them? Either way, it hurts all the same.

"What-" she snapped, turning again on her heel so she was standing in front of them- "Is it going to take for you to let me go?" She hated it. They didn't love her, couldn't love her, and yet. "There have to be a hundred other people you could be fucking around with right now-," and they both knew they'd already made a generous start with that- "So, why can't you just leave me out of it? Why?"

[d-exterharrison]

Hailie rounded on them and Dexter had to abruptly stop lest he run right into her. What would it take to let her go? Nothing; he would never let her go. Why couldn't he leave her out of it? Because he didn't want to. There was something deep inside them that still craved Hailie's attention–still wanted to make sure that her eyes were always on them–even if she was always spewing hatred and cursing his name.

But was Dexter going to admit that? Absolutely not! Instead, he took a tentative step forward, and then another. With a furrowed brow, they reached out to cup the side of Hailie's face. "Because I love you, Hails..." His expression twisted, like it was causing them physical pain to speak these words, like they were fighting to break free from his lack of humanity, but of course, it was all a lie. "I never meant for any of this to happen..."

[gwen-the-red-bird]

There was something about Dexter Harrison (their role in what happened to Ian, the Warlock-ness of it all) that just set Gwen's teeth on edge at the best of times. And she certainly was not enjoying the dripping sarcasm coming from him at this particular moment. "The door is not the main issue. It's the entire-" She waved one hand. "You felt that magic, right?"

[d-exterharrison]

"Of course I felt it." He deadpanned, looking entirely bored all of a sudden. Dexter was pretty sure–with the surrounding damage–that even basic humans would have felt it, but there was something more happening beyond the sheer force of it. Having no humanity, however, he was finding it difficult to care. "What exactly would you like me to do about it?"

[gwen-the-red-bird]

It could be worse. Gwen told herself that, not for the first time. At least she had been inside and had only had only finished half of her drink before whatever that was had happened, and she had managed to stay upright. All of those were definitely positives. But, still...The door was definitely stuck on something. "It's okay," she murmured, half out loud, half to herself. "We're going to be just fine." @havensdalestarters

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter stood from his booth and approached her at the barricaded door, a dramatic hand grasping at his heart. "Oh my god, are you sure?" His expression was worried–panicked, even–and it was entirely fake. "I don't know, Gwen. I just don't think we're all going to make it out of a jammed door alive, and certainly not without emotional scarring."

[mystic-meghan]

Meghan hadn't been the most active around town for a bit she had been working on some spells for Frederick, and some of it had been pretty taxing on her. But she had done and now had some free time to enjoy herself. She had been hanging around Cal's Club recently, drinking a fair amount losing track of how many at this point.

"You know I think this might not be strong enough."

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter materialised at her side as if from nowhere with a stupid smirk on his lips. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of whiskey lifted itself from behind the bar and floated over to them. "You know, for someone willing to murder her own brother, I would think swiping extra alcohol wouldn't be so against your moral code."

[hailietyler]

Flashback: November 2014, Above Ground

Hailie and Dexter had lived in their new place for nine days, eight hours and twenty-three minutes. Not that she was counting. Hailie still couldn't believe this was happening. That Dexter had done this for them. She was excited, it was thoroughly embarrassing. She had insisted on re-painting this room and had also insisted that she knew what she was doing. That was a little debatable now they were into the first hour and there was more paint on her t-shirt, hands and nose than the intended wall.

"It doesn't look that bad, right? I mean... It's not finished, but I think it has a certain something so far. Character." She moved the paint brush haphazardly, accidentally swiping her chin with it. She turned to him with a grin, "What do you think?"

@d-exterharrison

[d-exterharrison]

Admittedly, Dexter should have been helping her. They had helped to an extent, obviously, helping to move furniture and lay down sheets to protect the floors and surfaces, but slowly he had found himself simply watching Hailie while she worked. It was near impossible to keep their eyes off her when she was this happy; radiant, even. She was covered head to toe in paint spatters and Dexter had never found her more beautiful.

"It looks perfect." They grinned, trying really hard not to be lame and do the trope of looking at her instead of the view, but he was a mere mortal and she was the sun, the moon and the damn stars. He stepped closer to get a better look at the colour on the wall and snorted when she swiped her chin with the paintbrush. "I think you missed a spot." Dexter touched the wet paint on her chin with their index finger and proceeded to boop her on the nose. "Much better."

[hailietyler]

Hailie could have outright snarled at him. She braced herself when he closed the distance between them, scowling at every short step taken. She wanted to slap his hand away, but she didn't. Hailie looked up at him, furious, and longed to punch that smarmy look off their face too. Dexter wanted to get a rise out of her, of course they did. Hailie had taken the bait one too many times before. She needed to get away from him. Even now, being this close... She couldn't stand it.

There had been one night Ian had been drunk off his ass and he told her to give up. To forget about Dexter because he wasn't coming back. She couldn't save him. This caricature in front of her now was all she had. "I hate you," she said at last, unable to stop herself from giving his chest a shove. She turned on heel, going the wrong way and not sure if she was hoping he'd follow or not.

[d-exterharrison]

It didn't go unnoticed that Hailie refrained from smacking their hand away and Dexter's head tilted, curious about what that lack of a reaction could mean. He bit his lip, watching her as she glared up at him. Dexter wanted her to lash out. If she struck him, if she yelled, that meant she still cared. That meant they were still under her skin. It wasn't fun if she was- god forbid- over him.

And there it was. Dexter could barely contain a grin at her statement and managed to get in a teasing, "No, you don't." before being shoved backwards. They let out a loud, delighted laugh, rubbing his chest dramatically where her hand had been. Humanity or not, her touch still thrilled him. "Baby, wait up!" He jogged after her until they were side by side. "Where are we going?"

[ian-magic-son]

"Well, it's gotta be personal now you've taken my groove juice," Ian sighed, watching his glass flew into the artist formerly known as Dexter's hand. What a dick move. His hair did look good though, Ian'd give them that. "Think. Know. Really depends on the vibe but hey... Who needs ghosts when I've got you to haunt me, brotha."

[d-exterharrison]

"Groove juice." Dexter repeated, mockingly. It seemed that even Death itself had failed at killing this man's vibe. It was definitely possible to understand why some of the warlocks in his life could get a little exhausted by him, but Dexter still found himself being fond of his best friend's presence. It definitely helped that he wasn't trying to 'save his soul', or whatever nonsense he used to spout at the others, but they were sure that if an opportunity presented itself, Ian wouldn't hesitate to fix him. Dexter would always be wary of that. "Glad to know I'm still the favourite." Grinning, they finished off Ian's drink, clattering the glass back on to the table. "Tell me about these other haunts, though. I'm curious."

[d-exterharrison]

It had been a while since the implosion had happened when Dexter heard a noise coming from his backyard. He had almost left his house to get a front row seat to the commotion on the street, but there was just... so little motivation to do so. The sound in the yard, though? That warranted an inspection. Shirtless, Dexter stepped out on to the back porch only to find Chris Andrews lying in a heap on his freshly cut grass. Unable to keep the delight from his voice, he asked, "What the hell happened to you?"

@christopher-bites

[hailietyler]

Hailie would never admit it but she still didn't entirely get it. This. The person that Dexter was now that their humanity was off. Ian had explained, he'd been so generous with her. He'd said it a hundred different ways and Hailie had nodded. She understood. It still hurt though, you know? "You're un-fucking-believable." He still looked like Dexter. But he wasn't. "Why don't you do me a favour and go choke."

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter placed a hand over his heart, truly touched. "Thank you so much." It only took a couple of strides for them to be standing right in front of her, close enough to reach out and twirl a strand of her hair- which he did. "Hails, come on. You know manifesting has never got you anywhere. If you want something done right..." Those eyebrows continued to wiggle suggestively as he tilted his head back slightly.

[hailietyler]

Hailie had a secret to surviving Dexter Harrison. Anger. It was the only thing that had kept her together. Even now, when he was standing right there, talking like that... She could survive it. "I wonder how fondly you're gonna remember them when they're sticking outta your eyeballs, asshole."

[d-exterharrison]

Dexter wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, smirking as her anger flared. "I really have missed that mouth of yours." There was always something about seeing Hailie again that triggered something in the back of his mind. Like an itch they couldn't quite scratch. It wasn't something they ever focused on, but it was there like an incessant buzz. "Remind me again why we crazy kids couldn't make it work?"