Some bonding time (Jordan)

[Isabella]

Isabella woke up to a sudden jerk on her bed. Looking around the room she noticed that it was empty and cold. Pulling the covers over her gose bumped body she tried to stay warm. Why was the Slytherin common room so cold? Maybe it was because they were in the dudgeons and under the lake. Isabella never really knew and didn’t try to ask questions. Cuddling more in the blankets she rested the back of her head against the back board. Closing her eyes she pulled the covers more over her. All she could hear were the sounds of the wind howling on the windows still. It sound rather nice to the six-teen year old and all she did was smile. It wasn’t like this in Rome but some what the same. Isabella had once with in Rome with her mother, father, and two sisters. Now her parents are divorced and her oldest sister is tragically ill.

Tears stung her blue eyes and one rolled down her check. Jasmine was the only person who she could really relate too. Page would also love to hurt muggles and so did Jasmine but the older sister was more caring towards Isabella. Wiping the tear away from her check with the tip of her sleeve she sniffled. Her life was more confusing than ever now and she needs some one to talk to too. Some one who understand her pain and some one who could take it all away. Reopening her eyes she pulled the warm covers of her and put her bare feet on to the cold wooden flour. Walking towards a chair she took out a warm pair of socks. Putting them on her bare cold feet she looked out the window. It was snowing lightly but seemed to cold to go outside.

Shivering at the thought of it she grabbed a pair of jeans near by and a netted green turtle neck. Snuggling her chair inside her smiled and swung her shoulder bag over her shoulder. Walking out of the common room she noticed a letter sitting at a table. It had looked like no one opened it up and was waiting for her. Picking it up she saw it was from her mom, it meant either good news or bad news. Isabella didn’t won’t to deal with it now and jammed the letter into her shoulder bag and took out a magazine. Holding it up her exited out of the common room and walked down the halls. The sounds of her boots made noise as she walked. Turning the page she continued to read. It was a martial about Quidditch and how to enhance your skills. Isabella was a pretty good chaser since her father played on the Irish team.

Turning the page she pulled her hair up into a neat bun. Stopping in the hall she looked next to her where a big mirror extended from the ground. Looking at herself she noticed her eyes were red from crying. Closing them she turned around and continued to walk down to the student lounge. It had been open for a while but Isabella stayed in the Library or common room. Isabella was just the kind of girl who studied and got good grades. Felling a bit more up lifted she pushed open the doors to the lounge and looked around. Some people played wizard chess in one corner and the others were just talking. Smiling at the sit she sat down in her chair. Putting her feet on a stool she began to read more. Slumping more down into the chair she turned the pages of her magazine.

[JordanCortes]

The snow was drifting lazily down onto the grounds of Hogwarts and Jordan was seriously starting to dislike the white fluff. She pushed her comforter back away from her body and swung her legs over the side of her four poster. She stretched before looking at her watch and sighing, only one hour of sleep, that was never really good. When Jordan didn't sleep right, she was grouchy and rarely anyone could get her out of that mood...okay, maybe a few people could. Jordan would make up for the lack of sleep later on in the night, when she wasn't so anxious for some reason. She pulled her yellow velvet jacket that matched her yellow velvet pants on over her black spaghetti strapped tank top and slipped her black gym shoes on.

Jordan left the third year girls dormitories with her shoudlerbag on her left shoulder and as she was pulling her hair up into a high pony tail. It had grown back to the length where she could put it up in any way possible without effort. She despised how she had cut it all off after taking such a long time to grow it out to the length it was, and was happy that it was growing back so quickly. As she left the common room and walked stealthily down the hallways to the student lounge she watched out for anyone she knew, a few people in particular that she wouldn't mind talking to at the moment. And a few people that she wouldn't mind yelling to at the moment either.

Jordan entered the Student Lounge, her eyes still watchful and saw that a few students were in there, but alas none she knew. Her brown eyes scanned the small crowd and stopped a girl who seemed to be older than her, she looked upset and she knew that look on the girl's face. It was look of family troubles or something near that. Or maybe it was the look of being ridiculed because, of the way she acted. Jordan had that look on her face; many a times. Either way, Jordan made her way over to the girl and sat down down next to her. She was flipping through a magazine, seeming to be calmed down but, not as much.

"Hi, I'm Jordan." She said as she stuck out her hand for the girl to shake, maybe that was too risky. Maybe the girl was a Slytherin and didn't want to deal with a Hufflepuff, a muggle-born no less. A few Slytherins were nice to her, okay only two; Kris and Mary. But, only one of them knew the real her and he was still nice to her. She wondered what house this girl was in, what year and so on and so forth, and was Jordan being risky in approaching this girl with a cheery face and an upright attitude?

[Isabella]

Turning the page of her magazine Isabella sighed. She already knew what it took to be a good chaser, beater, keeper, and seeker. For heaven sakes her father taught her everything she knew. Turning the last page of the magazine she set it down inside her shoulder bag. Taking out the letter she eyed it and wondered what it could be about. She didn’t feel like breaking out in tears at the moment and wonted to keep strong. Smiling she twirled her blonde hair in her fingers. It was a habit but she really didn’t care. Moving her hands to turn the page she looked at her nails. They had white tips at the end and were smooth. Wondering why she had done that to herself she turned back to her book. The warmth of the fire came after her and it made her feel better. But yet again a tear rolled down her fragile face. Wiping it away she set her book down and pulled her knees to her stomach. Resting her head on her knees she looked up at the big grandfather clock.

The clock looked rather hold with moons beneath the glass. Listening to it she closed her eyes and hugged her knees. Tick Tock, Tick Tock it chanted on. It kept going and going until a loud nose came into the room. A little bird flew out of the clock and flew around the room searching. Closing her ears from the loud noise she felt fully awaken. Closing her eyes tied as her ear drums started to hurt. As the noise stopped she got up and walked over to the stupid clock. Looking it up and down to find a way to make it shut up. Nothing seemed right and she kicked it lightly and sat back down in her set. Pulling her knees to her stomach she was in her conferrable position and rested her head on her knees.

Looking into the fire she watched it crackle and flicker. Smiling she felt calm inside and peaceful. Turning her head at a voice the startle her. Looking at the younger girl she had a blank expression on her face. Blinking her lips curled up into a tight smile and she took the girls hands. "Hello Jordan I am Isabella Robinson nice to meet you." Isabella said letting go of the new comer hands. Hugging her knees again she stared into the fire and it shone in her eyes. Silence fell between the girls and Isabella didn’t know what to say. Biting her lower lip she waited for the girl to speak.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan smiled, she had seemed nice. Or was that an act? A lot of questions were flowing through her unorderly mind at the moment and there really wasn't much that Jordan could do but contain her questions. She didn't want to come on too strong to someone she just met, she often did that and often lost maybe friends because of it. Jordan would always say somehting that scared the person away or just be too friendly with the person, she even asked a lot of questions that she could easily work around but, often didn't.

"So what are you doing up so late? Are you an insomniac like these people here? Or, couldn't sleep, like me?" Jordan asked, breaking the silence. Okay, so three questions out of a billion wasn't horrible, besides they weren't very personal questions.. Just questions in any sort of form that could pribe a conversation between the two girls. Jordan didn't feel like asking so many personal questions, honestly it just; meant that she was polite in any form or way.