People can always surprise you (Jordan)

[kris]

Kris glanced up when Jordan played with her wand, creating flowers and then charming them, before he returned his attention to his carving. Kris was tired – he hadn’t used the spell in Celtic as an attack, but it had still drained a lot of his power.
Kris inhaled deeply glancing towards the Forbidden Forest as some animal screeched in it once again. “An anarchid got prey,” Kris said toneless listening to the caught animal’s whine, which caught sharply, telling Kris that the victim had been poisoned and sent to unconsciousness.

Turning his eyes back to his carving Kris continued: “Life sucks. In a lot of ways, yes. But I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world. There are good things – friends, family, summers and girls in long summer dresses,” Kris added off-handedly, to take some seriousness from his statement, “Just don’t live your life to be too complicated and everything with get smoother with time.”<br>
Kris thought about how to continue, pondering is he should be more sensitive, but then he just shrugged: “For me suicide is a coward’s way out of the best thing – life. And people who cut or medicate themselves or do anything like that are fools in my opinion. No offence to anyone, but if you are once granted with life, then make the best out of it. One’s destiny is in ones hands.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

She was toned out most of the time, but when she heard him mutter the word cut. She froze. Jordan looked at him, her brown eyes even more dark. Had the rumor that had spread throughout Hogwarts gotten to him as well? Or was he just using that as an example? Either way, Jordan couldn't hold back her anger...and she actually didn't want to.

"What a person does is their own business, eh! I don't see why people have to yell at them and scream at them, if they feel like hurting themselves then let them! It's their problem, but apparently in this school your problem is everyone's problem. Kris you have no right in saying that a person is a fool for cutting. Have you been in that position, yourself? Huh?! Do you know what it's like to feel like nothing? Well?! It's like I said before in the Astronomy Tower, you have no right in calling ANYONE a fool, because you DON'T know what they have been through." Jordan snapped at him. Pulling her sleeves over her arm as she made her little speech. She scowled and leaned back against the log, tears threatening to come out but, didn't.

"Why can't people just accept someone for who they are? If they do something to themselves it shouldn't matter to them...it's their choice and they'll live through it. Sooner or later the person will realize that they are doing something wrong, and stop. But, people like you shouldn't worry about people like....that." She concluded with a slight sigh and roll of her eyes. She cursed her tongue for almost saying, "people like me."

[kris]

Kris froze his pocket-knife over the carving he had been working on and slowly looked up at Jordan’s words. He noticed that Jordan pulled her sleeves lower and figured that Jordan had done it at one point of her life. Probably not very long ago, considering the tears Kris could hear welling up as she spoke.
“Well, I don’t even know whether to call it a lucky or unlucky guess,” Kris finally muttered darkly eyeing Jordan thoughtfully, “By your reaction and because of the way you pulled your sleeves lower, I’ll have to guess that you have cut yourself at one time or another.”<br>
A couple of pictures of his own behavior after his father had been murdered flashed through Kris’s head. He hadn’t cut himself or done anything like that, but considering how recklessly he had acted he had certainly tried to hurt himself or get himself killed because of his actions. He was just too damned lucky, so it never worked.
He remembered how it had changed. He had approached a nervous dragon in a dragon-tamers camp, where he was spending a month. The dragon start to tramp around in her nervousness and Kris still held four gashes on his lower back from the dragon’s legs and one long one I his left thigh. The dragon had done that and then for a moment Kris’s and the dragons eyes had locked and she had stopped. They had stared at each other for a long time, as the dragon leveled its head to Kris, before the dragon had slowly lifted Kris to his feet and pushed him over to the scared dragon-tamers, so his wounds would be tended to. That had been the turning point for Kris that brought him back to life, even though he never understood why the dragon had done it. But the vision of the huge horned head and smart eyes always remained somewhere in the back of his mind.

“I know how it feels to be some screwed up in your mind you want to hurt yourself physically to take your mind off of things for a little while,” Kris said and turned the knife in his hand so that moon-light glinted on it. It was a hunting knife made of the finest Toledo steel. “The vixen here has a tough life as well. She has thoughts, instincts and feelings and not too many companions from her own species, because she comes to see my from time to time. Maybe I should relieve her pain and use the knife for that now, as she herself can’t do it?” Kris asked letting the blade run over the vixen’s back who tightened her muscles but didn’t run.

“She trusts me enough to give me the chance to do it or at least wound her deadly. Wouldn’t that be the same kind of betrayal than cutting yourself is? I destroy the vixen’s trust in me. You parents and friends love you, hold you dear and in a way depend on you – cutting yourself, not letting them help is betraying their trust. Maybe your death would cause one of your friends to start cutting herself or himself, because he feels too guilty, for not being there when you needed him or her. Would you want that? I say that wasting a life is foolish. I do not say it’s the correct answer or the only answer, but it’s the answer for me. And I’m not changing my opinion,” Kris’s eyes and tone of voice was chilly as he sharply pushed the knife into it’s sheath again and stood up, with the vixen jumping a bit further watching Kris with sparkling eyes, one of her front paws raised.

“I’m not in a position to lecture or disapprove. I just don’t understand it and never will,” Kris rubbed his face with his hands once sounding tired suddenly, “Just think about it for a second. Isn’t there really anything good in your life that is worth living for?”<br>Silence hung over the couple for a long moment as Kris’s eyes searched Jordan’s and locked with them for a moment. Kris dropped the piece of wood he had been carving in the snow, having only finished the basic outline, but a vixens silhouette, that was standing ready, was already acknowledgeable. Sighing Kris turned and started moving towards the Forbidden Forest that loomed in shadows not far from him with the vixen jumping and running around him as he old over his shoulder stopping for a moment: “Don’t bother to wait for my return here. I’ll spend the night in the Forest.”<br>
Kris continued walking, without looking back again. His steps barely made a sound as he started moving with a half-trot, in which he could go on for hours like wolves moved as the moon casted his shadow long behind him. He raised a hand over the alpha-male’s neck as the strong thestral appeared from the shadows and the man and animal moved together with the small vixen running between their legs and circling the ground.