Must Rant Must Rave (Nyone who can stand my anger)

[JordanCortes]

"Boy you swallow truth like honey...." Jordan sang out loud, her anger trying to come out in words as did many other people she knew. No such luck. She kicked the wall and put a hole into it. She was mad. No. More than mad. Pissed. Yeah. That was more like it. Her words couldn't begin to explain what was running through her mind in such a horrible manner that she couldn't manage to even speak right. Much less think right!

"Oi! Quis sum EGO efficio?" Jordan banged her head against the wall. Her forehead pressed against the plaster in a way where if she pushed any harder she would probably put a hole in the wall with her head as well. Chris had suggested anger management classes, but since when did Jordan listen to her older brother? Since never. Last time she checked, she controlled her life...not Christopher Cortes. Jordan kicked the wall and made another hole in it before leaning her back against it, facing the empty classroom she had chosen to rant and rave.

Taking out her wand, Jordan moved aside the desks and chairs...then shoved aside the Professor's desk. Her eyes vivid with delicate hatred. She put her wand down with a "SLAM!" and looked at the space she had created. Raising her hands above her head, she went forward. Hand met floor and she flipped, keeping her breathing correct. When she landed it was with a "pomp!" and a small but, vicious smile on her lips. She stalked back to the deks, picked up her wand and pointed it at the lanterns on the walls.

"RUMPO!" She screeched. The lights shattered and she pointed her wand at another lantern. Having no use for them. She screamed rumpo again and the light shattered. She continued to do this until all the lights were in pieces on the floor, and even then she wasn't finished. Jordan's brown eyes flickered to the desks, deciding they would do she pointed the wand at the desks and ran spells through her mind.

"Wingardium Leviosa...." She said, the desk then floated, but she wasn't finished with it just yet. Her wand still pointing at the desk in a strict line, Jordan shouted, "ADFLICTO!" The desk then broke into wood splinters. She covered her head and waited for the flying pieces of wood to cease the flying and looked at the pile of wood on the ground. Poor house elves would have a lot to clean up tonight. She didn't particularly care at the moment, so she kept at it. That is, until someone entered the classroom and she had to stop to see who it was.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy was walking along a third floor corridor aimlessly, most likely making her way to the library to see if she could find anything to help with her Transfiguration essay, although she wasn't aware where she was going by any means. She was just walking. On her own. She was slightly more upbeat than she had been for a long time. There was hope, perhaps. Kiyla had arranged for her, her mum, Fanny and Ivy to meet up, and Ivy was confident that they would find some solution. At least some solution better than what was happening at the moment - the indecisiveness, the suspense of wondering what was going to happen next, the fact that time was running out before the summer holidays. She heard some sort of banging noise up ahead, in one of the classrooms, and decided to investigate, cautiously.

Ivy poked her head round the door in time to see Jordan... Jordan!... hexing a desk into splinters. She raised her eyebrows and waited until Jordan regarded the damage she had done. She had no idea what had fuelled Jordan's anger, but by the looks of it, it wouldn't be a particularly good idea to go in there. Oh, what the heck. She would anyway. Jordan certainly looked as though she could do with a channel through which to express some thoughts. And Ivy would do her best to provide that, if Jordan wanted it. Ivy entered the room quietly and tentatively, as Jordan continued destroying desks. Ivy smiled uncertainly as she paused and turned to look at her.
"Problem?" Ivy asked mildly, half wondering whether she should draw her wand. It might be advisable, and Ivy didn't really trust anyone anymore, not after what had happened to her with the Slytherins. Maybe not even friends. Ivy didn't draw her wand, but was slightly worried. Jordan could be a bit... unpredictable. Spontaneous might be a better way of putting it, but not really right at this moment.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan sighed, set down her wand, and leaned against the wall. Her head lowered and her eyes shut tightly. When she looked back up, she managed a small smile to Ivy and got on her hands and knees to start cleaning up the mess that she had made. Jordan sighed and sat back, wiped her tears, and continued on.

"No. No problem, just, uh...in need of some anger management is all." Jordan answered with a sniff and a slight tone of laughter in her voice. She rubbed her eyes again and tucked some hair behind her ears so she could finish cleaning without the strands of brown getting into her lip gloss.When she was finished she looked at Ivy with a tilt of her head.

"What are you doing, wandering?" She asked with a small smile on her face. She stood up and grabebd her wand, waved it and the wood disappeared. Which is what Jordan precisely wanted. When she was done, she set the wand back down and walked as far away from it as possible, knowing that if she grabbed that...then who knew what would happen?

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy smiled slightly at Jordan, her forehead wrinkling as she frowned at the same time. Wandering... well, maybe. Perhaps. Who could say? Ivy couldn't. Ivy sat on one of the desks, shifting on to it so that her legs dangled off as she swung them.
"You could say that," she said lightly, biting her lip and wondering what she should say next. Jordan was a mystery to her - Ivy sensed that she wasn't getting the full her. Jordan had changed over Christmas, Ivy wasn't entirely sure of the reason why, but she knew that something had happened. She hadn't enquired what. If anyone had tried to gossip to Ivy about it, Ivy had deterred them sharply. She felt that it wasn't what was needed, that what Jordan needed was a friend who wasn't always probing to find out what had happened. Ivy was there for her, even if sometimes she was preoccupied with her own sorrows. But Jordan probably didn't see that, and Ivy wasn't pushing anything.

"There are other ways of anger management," Ivy said, conjuring a red ball that looked similar to a Quaffle, although without the ability to fly, as she spoke. She threw it at the wall, and it bounced off. She threw it again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster, until her hands were almost a whir. Ivy had done this many times, mostly when she was practicing being a Chaser, but she had found it quite theraputic at times. You could be as aggressive as you liked, without really harming anything. Ivy suddenly back-passed to Jordan, with a sharp, hard throw. "At least it doesn't have the potential to get you into trouble," Ivy said, with a grim smile. "Although if you throw it hard enough, it can dent the walls." She smiled at Jordan slightly, a little worried for her friend, but too quiet to say anything.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan tilted her head at Ivy, as she watched her throw the ball at the wall. It was interesting, and in a way hypnotizing. Her brown eyes almost dazed and glazed over with a trance. When Ivy threw the ball to her, Jordan caught it, and looked at the red round object in her hand. She rolled it in her hands a moment, then bounced it. Liking the resounding sound it made. She then sat down next to Ivy, the ball tucked under her arm. And when she got situated, she threw it at the wall. It hit the wall and then bounced back to her. Jordan caught it, and smiled a small and calm smile.

"Thanks, this helps." She told Ivy with a sincere smile, she threw it at the wall again and it bounced back to her. Her brown hair kept getting in her way, but for once it didn't bother her. She just let it lie in front of her eyes. She giggled as she threw the ball again and again and again. Her hands started to get tired, but it was taking a lot of stress out. She needed that. She wondered if Ivy had heard about the events over Christmas. She wondered if the rumours had traveled to her fellow Hufflepuff third year. But, she wasn't about to ask...in case they hadn't.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy smiled as she saw that Jordan had taken up the ball and was throwing it against the wall. It seemed to have some effect in relieving some of the stress. Jordan might still feel angry, but at least she had a way to take it out now. In a way, the ball was probably better than destroying things as anger management. You didn't feel so dissatisfied afterwards. Ivy had destroyed things, a few times, but she was not really of that temperament and she found it destroyed her more than anything else. So she had found other ways. She didn't say anything more for a while, just watching the blur of the ball as it moved swiftly through the air, and hearing the repetitive bang as it hit the wall and bounced back.

"I tell you what," Ivy suggested tentatively, as Jordan continued with the ball, "we could go down to Hogsmeade this afternoon? Zonkos, Honeydukes, post-office - I have a letter to send - a Butterbeer in The Three Broomsticks? That is if you haven't got too much work." She watched her friend closely, waiting for the dark brown eyes to turn on her and let her know whether the other Hufflepuff wanted to or not. Jordan had her own way of going about things, and Ivy hadn't worked out what it was. Whether Jordan had, Ivy wasn't entirely sure either. She simply smiled, waiting for the answer.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan stopped the ball from bouncing by gripping it loosely in her hands. She looked at Ivy with a smile, "Sounds good, a Butterbeer sounds really good at the moment. And I can never refuse to Honeydukes." Jordan answered as she hopped down off the desk and smiled again. She looked down at her feet, shifting the ball from her right arm to her left. Ivy was really helping her, Kris had been right, if only she let her friends help her deal then they would. Jordan had been pushing them away, which is why they couldn't help.

"Hey, Ivy?" Jordan looked up again, smiling, she seemed to be doing that alot lately, "Thanks."