Orla wrinkled that snobbishly upturned nose of hers and unconsciously rubbed at her pale neck. She had that sort of neck that stupid romance novelists were always going on about. Pale, with the occasional tint of a blue vein when she was particularly annoyed just like she was now. That perfect sort of biting neck. Not that Orla had any intention of that happening.
"Yes, I've heard all about the lure of the bite," she finally snapped back. She dropped her hand back to her side and tucked it in the crook of her bag's strap. "And because I've heard about it, I know to stay well away." Orla regained a bit of composure, smoothing down a bit of the fringe hanging in front of her eyes. "Sorry, dearheart, but I do prefer to get my pleasure somewhere more... natural?" she smiled a bit meanly.
Gee, his own brother had put up wards to keep him away. She had to keep from laughing aloud. Imagine that, wards to keep vampires away. Who would have thought it?
"Moving out, yes," she answered. "Well... everyone else is. I'll spend a bit of time traveling before going back to Hogsmeade. I'd hardly call the field hospital my 'home', as it were. Rather depressing, don't you think? Merlin only knows where the rest of them are going. I'm aiming not to be dragged along... I'm not a bloody midwife after all." The last bit was muttered, though audible. Orla knew she'd have to keep her mouth shut in the future.