People can always surprise you (Jordan)

[kris]

Kris crumpled the letter in his hand and incarnated it angrily. He did NOT want to become a death eater but Voldemort didn’t seem to get it, as he kept threatening and tempting him. Kris sighed and banished the ashes into the lake with a flick of his wand.
He was about to turn and leave, as it was rather late, and he was the only one out at the lake it appeared, when he heard a soft quack. Kris squinted his eyes and saw a wounded duck near the shore, who had quaked. The bird had something through it’s left wing – a long twig of some sort.

Kris stared at the bird for a moment. He was still furious about the letter, so maybe helping the damned duckling would be a gesture, that would make him feel better again. Kris sighed, pushing off his shoes and stepping to the shore, calling the duck to him softly, while approaching her.
The bird was scared, so it swam away, making Kris follow it for some time.
Kris groaned annoyedly – the bloody bird was more trouble than it was worth, but he decided to give it another go.

“Don't talk to me of shattered dreams,
Of course you don't know what it means,
To live for someone else, you can't just take,
And when you're bitten by the truth,
You blame it on your mis-spent youth,
You never seem to learn by your mistakes.

So don't talk to me of wild wild angels,
Wild wild angels on the skyways,
Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life,
'Cos it's people like you who never knew,
What wild wild angels have to face.

And I ain't hangin' round to see,
You turn on someone else like me,
I'm still alive and you know the way I live,
But baby that's one way you'll never be,
Such simple things you fail to see,
You take back everything you ever give.

So don't talk to me of wild wild angels,
Wild wild angels on the skyways,
Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life,
'Cos it's people like you who never knew,
What wild wild angels have to face.”<br>

Kris sang softly with calmness in his voice and as the bird was tired and somewhat mesmerized by the tone, Kris caught her, walking back to the shore, cradling the duck in his hands.

Kris looked up and saw a girl on the shore – the same who he had argued with previously in the Astronomy tower. But right now, Kris couldn’t feel the duck, while holding her safe in his arms, so he stepped right in front of her: “I know you don’t like me, and quite frankly I don’t care. But take her from me or cast a heeling charm.”<br>The coldness of Kris’s voice had made the duckling jump so Kris soothed her quickly again, holding the duck’s head softly against his chest, so it couldn’t bite him.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan made her way down to the lake, her beret tipped strategically below on eye and a light blue jacket on over her outfit. She swung her shoulderbag over her shoulder and made her way long the shore line, in atempt of a place to draw. Her eyes wandered over a few places, but none really caught her eye. She was continuing to look when someone stepped in front ofher with a...duck? She looked up and rolled her eyes at who she saw.

"Who said I didn't like you? You're just annoying. Okay, put the duck down and very gently hold her...Good, now I don't know many healing charms of course I'm only a third year, but that thing is going to need to get out of its wing." Jordan greeted rather calmly. She bit her lip in thought, how could it...

"I can't believe I am doing this, accio twig." She muttered, the twig disintegrated from the wing and reappeared in her hands. She dropped it quickly and dipped her hands in the lake. She then pointed her wand at the wing of the duck and ran through the spells in her mind,

"Ferula." She said. A sling appeared around the wing and Jordan smiled triumphantly. She stuck her wand in her shoulderbag and looked at the boy who she recently had argued with, she couldn't say it wasn't fun though. Raising an eyebrow at him, Jordan crossed her arms and waited...for...well, anything. When nothing came, Jordan sighed and put her hand on top of her beret and started to walk away with a sigh.

[kris]

Kris murmured softly to the duck, as it jumped as Jordan ‘accio’d the twig and placed a sling over it’s wing.
“She’s run away from someone,” Kris murmured, as his fingers found an owner-ship mark under the bird’s wing, “She must have fled away recently, but she was fed, that’s why she hasn’t flown off.”<br>
Kris turned and stepped back into the water a couple of steps, before placing the bird in the water, where it quickly swam away. Kris came to the shore and looked disgustedly down – his silk-pants were ruined now, by the lake’s water. When the bird had escaped him for the second time, his blouse had gotten wet as well, so Kris dried himself off calmly, without a sound towards Jordan that long.

“Well, I suppose I owe you a thank you. Although technically you helped the duck, not me,” Kris broke the silence watching the girl walk away calmly, as he crouched and pulled on his shoes, before catching up to Jordan, “And as you left the tower that quickly the other night – so you wouldn’t get any wrong ideas – Dana is ‘mon cousine’ although we have rather been brought up as a brother and sister. So yes, she does some influence over me.”<br>
Kris smirked at Jordan and stopped suddenly, glancing over his shoulder, before pulling Jordan to a stop as well, as he turned her face back to the lake. The duckling had reappeared and this time 4 little gray sons were swimming behind her.
“That bird’s nature-clock is seriously screwed up, but it might be good for you to see this. You just saved 5 lifes, as the sons wouldn’t have stood any chance with this weather without their mother,” Kris said silkily, before turning and walking away himself this time.

[JordanCortes]

"It was no problem really," Jordan muttered, but he continued talking. She still held onto her hat, as the wind was starting to pick up, her brown eyes looked around the shore line once more still looking for a place to sketch when Kris stopped her and explained about Dana. Jordan tilted her head and then shrugged.

"Oh. Kay." She replied calmly, she was weirdly calm at the moment, maybe she took the wrong pill or something, either way she wasn't enjoying her serenity around him. Jordan shook her head lightly and took off her beret, placing it in her shoulder bag. He then told her to look somewhere and she obeyed, seeing five ducks and not just one. A small smile crossed her face and she tucked some hair behind her ear. She was about to say something when he walked off.

"Hey!" She called after him, she jogged to catch up with him and looked at him with an 'I was going to say something' look on her face. She then caught her breath and steadied her pace, "Your'e surprising you know that? One day you're all cryptic, and the next you care for a duck. You're like this man of mystery, it's creeping me out a bit." She said after a moment of silence.

[kris]

Kris smirked listening to Jordan’s words and smirked. “I’m a mystery? Well, you don’t know me either, so maybe that’s why I seem so surprising?” Kris asked amusedly, “I am sarcastic. And I cared for the duck – why, because I was around and it didn’t hurt me. Well besides ruining my pants, but I can afford new ones. But why should I have let the duckling and her off-spring die? It would have been a meaningless waste of life.”<br>
Kris looked up at the say and wondered why he was telling her all this. “I am prideful and it’s hard to get close to me, as I open myself up rarely and only to a selected few. And I don’t back off easily to get something I want and yes, I can be mean and enjoy it. That’s just me. But I am not evil in the way to become a death eater, like most people think all Slytherins will.”<br>
Kris eyed Jordan quizzically: “And frankly I have no idea why I’m telling you this.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

"Because I am one of the most easiest people to talk to, and I won't pass along what you say, and you some how know this deep within yourself and you feel every urge to tell me every little thing." Jordan answered for him in a joking tone, she then laughed lightly and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You're complex you know that? Not, once in my whole life have I met anyone as weird as you and that's saying a lot. And yes I do suppose people think all Slytherins would become a death eater if they had a chance, but I have met a few who wouldn't. I suppose it's just all who you meet, right?" She shrugged lightly and started to go through her shoulderbag, looking for her gummi bears. When she found them, she pulle d them out and opened the bag, and offered some to Kris.

"They're not poisoned, I promise." She reassured him as she ate on of the green ones. She tilted her head and look out past the lake that shimmered, her hand itching to sketch that scene before her, but she restrained herself and forgot about it.

[kris]

Kris smiled and accepted a gummy-bear from Jordan. “Muggle’s really have some very nice inventions,” Kris commented eating a yellow bear calmly, “As well as some great foods. And they sure as hell can dress themselves, better than most wizards and witches.”<br>
“Tell you every little thing – want to hear my life story?” Kris asked following Jordan’s joking conversation, “I’ve tried a lot of sins already and know which ones fit me by now.”<br>
Kris watched as Jordan stared out at the lake and remembered the paintings she had had with her in the Astronomy tower. “You like to draw, right? I saw a couple of your pictures in the tower,” Kris asked taking in the lake and Jordan both, contemplating silently, “You were good. Do you sell your paintings or can one be ordered from you? I’d want one – I’d tell you the basic outline what I’d want on it, the rest would be up to you. Interested?”<br>

[JordanCortes]

Jordan smiled as she ate another gummy bear it was really the only thing that could keep her from taking up her sketchbook at that moment. Her eyes watched on and on, and still she had the undesirable want just to sit and draw. Only did she come back when Kris started to talk.

"I suppose you could say that. I mean, I've been drawing since I can remember and it usually relieves a lot of my stress, which I sort of let out on you back there. Sorry for that, I'm just not really used to this kind of pressure. And stress. The only realy stress I have ever felt was when my mum died, and now this and it's just...too much. My art works aren't usually sold, but I do draw and paint and such for people who want them. Free, no charge. But, that's because I can't accept money from them. It would feel wrong. Sure, just tell me what and I'll draw, or paint or whatever you want it in." She finished as she tore her gaze away from the lake and looked up at him. She attempted a small smile before sitting down, her back against a log.

"Now about your life story, feel up to telling it? Considering, I practically spilled everything to you in that tower. Blasted place." Jordan mumbled her last comment and sighed before eating a red gummy bear.She had a very large sweet tooth, she didn't go anywhere without candy and if she did, she almost always had somethng sweet.

[kris]

“I want nature. Either water or fire on the picture. Something calm and serene, that still has strength in it,” Kris shrugged, “It’s for a book-store my legal guardians own and that place is nice. Big, warm, elegant, sophisticated. They sell small trinkets and magical stones and candles as well as books. If you don’t accept money, then that is fine. I’ll find something else then.”<br>
Kris looked in the lake and smiled a bit melancholy: “My life-story. I am half French, have Italian, mon cherie. I came to Hogwarts because it’s the best there is. As you know my mother was killed by an aunt, who went crazy, when I was five. My father was murdered, when I was 14 and his death is still mysterious. And I got legal guardians – Meredith and Julien Graas. I still live in my family mansion in Italy though and have complete control over my family fortune.
I’ve traveled a lot, and speak quite many languages. I’ve tried most sins like drinking and smoking, although I have avoided drugs. I like to ride my motor-cycle and I like girls and I like them a lot. Never stick around for one too often though.”<br>
Kris shrugged: “I’m expected to marry some day and get an heir, as well as having a portrait of me made and hung it in the family-room in mansion. Last summer I was in camp for wizards, where we learned spells that match the element we represent most. I got water – always changing, never the same. Calm at one moment, raging in storm the other, as my instructor characterized it.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

"Instructor was right, you're very moody. But, alas everyone is at one point in time. Yeh know?" Jordan said towards his last comment. She crossed her legs so her ankles were crossed and pulled out her sketchbook that she had repaired. She flipped it to a new page. And took out a pencil.

"I suppose, your mood is because, of your past though. I mean, if I hadn't grown up in this big house with this large Latina family, I probably wouldn't be who I am today...the Salsa dancing, Tamale loving, Latina, who can draw almost about anything but a stick figure. Your history reflects a lot on your future. More than likley I will become an artist who lives in a large glass prison with my children who I adore and then die when my daugther turns 13. Yeah, lovely life. So maybe your future isn't a repeat of your history. I don't know, I just confused myself." Jordan started to ramble as her eyes began to look at the sky, serenity in a package. With a lake below it, perfect drawing. And then later, a painting. Water color maybe.

"The thing about the sins, you're what 15? Nothing addictive right? Like you don't smoke now, or drink non-stop like an alcoholic? Because, that would be bad. I've drunk alcohol as well, but just champagne and wine at certain events nothing big, did get a bit tipsy though and embarrassed myself in front of a large crowd...not a good night for me." She stopped drawing a moment and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry- but, are we having a civil conversation?" She asked with a bedazzled expression on her face. She wasn't snipey nor snappy, she was...herself. And this was different, she hadn't been herself in two or three months. It was good to be back.

[kris]

Kris smirked: “Meredith discovered I had been drinking some, and came over and handed me a bottles of whiskey, brandy and vodka and told me to drink up. I got smashed, as the cocktail was powerful and the next morning woke with my head pounding like the whole world was jumping and playing drums on it. Then Meredith had a long talk with me and I stopped drinking. I do have a glass of wine to dinner on bigger occasions though.” Kris rubbed the back of his head even now, thinking back at the hang-over.

“You can dance Salsa? I like the dance,” Kris said dropping down on the ground as well, stretching out on his side and leaning his head on his hand, that was bowed from the elbow, “It’s sensual and complex, which gives you all the more satisfaction after completing it perfectly.”<br>
“And, yes, I believe we are having a civil conversation. And It’s not that bad,” Kris flashed his trade-mark smile to Jordan. One he usually used to swoon girls.
“AS for your glass house – you are stronger than that. You have a family, friends. I doubt you’ll lock yourself up in a glass house for the rest of your house,” Kris picked up a pebble and threw it, letting it skim the pond for 5 times, “You survived, meaning you won’t shatter that easily as a glass house would.”<br>
Kris whistled, letting the sound resonate through the grounds for a while, as he flicked his wand, pulling some dead ferrets near himself from Hagrid’s yard. Kris whistled once again, wondering if the thestrals would come this time as well. He had played with them a couple of times, thanks to many bribes in the shape of ferrets and he had gone to the Forbidden Forest – or at least to two clearing there, where he had first met them. Now a young fowl, two female’s, one youngster and one alpha-male sometimes came to see him, when he was near the Forest.

[JordanCortes]

"Smart woman, Pat would probably do the same thing. Pat, my brother's fiance...Just thought I would clue you in on that little bit of information." Jordan said with a small shrug. She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she continued to draw, when he said something about Salsa, Jordan smiled. She ran all of the dances she could do in her mind;

"Slasa, Cha cha, Tango, Merengue, anything really. My mom was a great dancer and she taught all of us when we were young so it kind of stuck in our heads. It's a curse, and I suppose a gift. I don't dance as much as I used to though, a lot of things like school and stuff have me preoccuppied." She bit her lip in concentration, dragging her end of her pencil against the page with one swift movement of her hand, so that it shaded a few spots.

"Civilized conversations are highly-over rated. Especially if you're a third year Hufflepuff who isnt' afraid of a fifth year Slytherin. Most people judge before they get to know one another and that bugs the hell out of me. I can't stand when people look at a person then go; "Eh, she's a *enter namecalling word here*" or something like that. No. Nut uh. It's not....well, polite for lack of a better word." She stopped drawing a moment to look over at him, shook her head with a small sigh, and then went back to her drawing once again.

"My house won't shatter. It's a really thick type of glass, almost sound proof. Wait- did you just give me a compliment? If the world wasn't over yet, it's over now." Jordan replied sarcastically. She then threw a gummy bear up in the air, and caught it in her mouth as it fell back down. She chewed thoughtfully, her pencil to her chin before going back the sketch and shading some more.

[kris]

“Well, if you like dancing, then find time for it,” Kris offered before whistling once again, “There are enough rooms in the castle to dance, if you don’t want anyone seeing. Even some old ball-room on the fifth floor in the western part of the castle behind a Pegasus statue. And yeah – guess I did compliment you. but don't practice quidditch in your glass house then, still,” Kris sent a quick smirk to Jordan while scrambling to his feet.

Kris smiled as he saw the alpha-male thestral come up from between the trees and slowly approach him. Grinning Kris freed one of the ferrets and threw it towards him. The thestral hurried forwards and caught the dead animal, crunching it happily. Kris smiled and threw two ferrets as far as he could, watching as the two females both picked one up, before retreating back between the trees.

Kris smiled as the foul came half-flying, half-walking towards him, sending them both rolling on the ground, as he wasn’t able to stop in time.
“Hi, you want to play, don’t you,” Kris smiled as they both scrambled to their feet and watched each-other, with the young thestral bared his sharp fangs and tensed his bony body.

Kris smirked and jumping forward pushing the thestral down-wards, holding his hands on either sides of it’s neck. The foul and Kris wrestled for some time, like one would wrestle with a big dog. They’re strengths were more or less equal already, so after about ten minutes Kris laughed and rubbed the foul’s dragon-like face, while feeding him a ferret as well, carefully avoiding the sharp teeth.

AS the young foul’s long black tale wished, hitting his sides, Kris turned to watch Jordan’s reaction. Most people were frightened out of their minds, when they saw thestrals – they weren’t the most beautiful animals around, but Kris had learned to appreciate the company and friendship of these particular animals, who had came by his whistling.

“In a weird sort of way, they are pretty, aren’t they?” Kris asked softly from Jordan, petting the foul. His hands petting wasn’t very gentle, but the foul made a loud screeching noise, obviously enjoying the sensation, “Intriguing, loyal and smart. Only people who have seen death, can see them.”<br>
Kris pushed the fouls head away from himself, as he turned around and picked up one of the two remaining ferrets, throwing it to the proud alpha-male, who caught while it was still in the air. The male was a big animal and strong. He had a great bone-structure and appearance for a thestral, but he looked scary. “One to get a ride? When ever they come to see me, the alpha-male gives me a quick tour. You may join me, if you want,” Kris offered to Jordan turning his green eyes back to her.

[JordanCortes]

Quidditch. Another thing Jordan had no time for what-so-ever. She played Beater for the Hufflepuff team, along with Vanessa Nicholson. Jordan smiled calmly at Kris before shoving aside her half finished drawing. She was aboutt o say something when her alarm on her watch went off. Jordan cussed and pressed a button before searching through her shoulderbag for her pills.

"Damn, pills." She muttered to herself as Kris started to play with the thestrals. She put the pull in her mouth and took a drink of her waterbottle. Jordan then put the pills back in her shoulderbag and looked up to watch. Thestrals didn't frighten her, a lot of things didn't frighen her and this was one of those things that intrigued her more than frightened.

Slowly, she grabbed her sketchbook and flipped to a clean page. Her eyes never left the thesral and Kris, but her hand worked on the page; drawing what she saw and what she liked. I draw what I see and what I like, She thought, remembering that day by the Forbidden Forest with Dillion. Her head had been spinning with grief, but she had gotten over it slowly but surely.

As the pencil started to become dull, Jordan stopped drawing and put her sketchbook into her shoulderbag as she took out her beret and plopped it on her head. She stood up and walked over to Kris with a small smile, "Yeah, I see what you mean. My friend, Amelia, she is frighened to death of thestrals, and I pretend not to see them around her...or else, she sort of thinks I'm crazy. Because, she can't see them. I don't know, I guess I find a comfort in them? I look at them and I know that it's something I have seen and that no one can take away from me. And I probably sound completely psychotic right now." She laughed at herself and crossed her arms against the sudden chill. She then looked up at Kris as he asked if she would like a ride, she bit her lip and slowly nodded her head.

"Okay, sure." She whispered, as the wind started to die down and she let go of the top of her beret.

[kris]

Kris raised his hand and after the male thestral came to him, he leaded the thestral back to where Jordan was standing: “No, I don’t think you’re psychotic, as I think the same. I might have rephrased it a little differently, but the main point is the same.”<br>
The male thestral opened his leathery wigs and Kris helped Jordan climbed onto his back, before sitting behind the girl. Kris leaned his hands on Jordan’s shoulders, as he let Jordan lead the thestral. The strong beast took off running immediately after Kris was sitting as well and ran at first. He was rather fast and after about 5 minutes of a quick run, the thestral opened his wings completely and took off into the air.

As it soared high above the lake the wind seemed to get colder as it blew Jordan’s beret off. Kris caught it theftly, but didn’t bother do give it back immediately – there wouldn’t be much point in that during the flight.
The tour the thestral gave them was shorter, than Kris usually got, but he figured, that the weight of two people on his back, would affect the thestral.

Kris slipped off and helped Jordan off, throwing the last ferret to the male, who caught it and the animals took off to the forest. Kris handed Jordan her beret back and smiled: “I love the feeling I get, when he flies with me. Like I can rise above all else and leave all worries behind. I met them about two years ago. He took me flying for the first time last year and that was also when the foul was born. The foul is his son, although the mother seems to be dead.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

Jordan smiled as she got on the thestral, then the thought occurred to her. Wouldn't it look weird if someone saw them, wouldn't they be floating it what would seem to be in mid air? She shrugged this off as she was suddenly jolted forward, the thestral had taken flight and Jordan hadn't been expecting that so soon. She closed her eyes, Jordan wasn't quite afraid of heights, but for some reason she felt the need to close her eyes.

Her beret flew off, and she quickly turned her head to see Kris catch it, she smiled and turned forward again, wondering what people woud see. When they landed again, Jordan could barely stand. She gladly accepted her beret back, tilted it and put it tipped below one eye as she had it before she met up with Kris. She listened to him for a moment, then bit her lip. Trying to think of something to say, but pulling a blank for conversation pieces. She walked back to the log and sat down, still thinking.

"It made me feel like....well, it frightened me a bit. It wasn't the height, I'm not afraid of heights, or else I wouldn't be in Quidditch. But, I don't know, it brought back a bad memory and I guess it made me feel like I did during the memory." Jordan finally said with a small pathetic sigh. She looked down at the ground, still trying to think of why that brought back such a memory.

[kris]

“Bad memories can always be replaced with good ones,” Kris pointed out, as he sat on the ground, leaning his back to a tree and looking at Jordan thoughtfully, “Too bad it scared you though. I love the feeling of freedom when he carries me.”<br>
Jordan intrigued Kris. She had obviously been through a lot, but she hadn’t broken under the pressure. Or was hiding it extremely well. Kris pulled one of his knees up and left his hand hanging freely over it.

“Just as changes are good sometimes. Traditions are to be valued, but everyone needs changes. Or a stranger to talk to or a friend who will kick you back to your senses from time to time,” Kris paused for a moment, “Well, at least I need these things. So can I count on you to finish the picture for my grand-parents store? Well, they aren’t really my grand-parents, but I couldn’t ask for better guardians for myself.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

Jordan tilted her head in a, you're right, sort of manner before pulling her knees up and hugging her arms around them. The chilled weather started to make Jordan shiver, and her jacket wasn't keeping her warm. She went through her shoulderbag and pulled out her hoodie, took off her jacket, and slipped on the hoodie.

"Too much freedom can be bad," She told him, feeling rather cryptic herself at the moment. She then looked at him and shrugged. She now knew not to judge people before getting to know them, they could surprise you at any given moment in time. Kris sure did.

"Depends on the change though. Like, my mom dying not a good change. And my friends aren't there to make me myself again. So I'll have to go with the stranger to talk to. If I tell my friends something, they either A) blow it out of porportion B) look at me weirdly and run away or C) cry and try to make everything better by helping me change, when all I want is to be treated like I used to be. I don't want people to walk on eggshells when they are around me. Do you? Doesn't it get annoying?" Jordan sighed and looked up at the sky. She then remembered the painting and nodded to his question.

"Yeah, I just need to paint it on a canvas. Any idea how big you want it?" She looked at him again, her eyes narrowed lightly, trying to get accustomed to the dark. When they finally did, she stopped glaring and tilted her head, waiting for him to answer.

[kris]

Kris watched as Jordan shivered and shrugged off his thick winter-cloak , which had silvery lining and threw it to the girl: “Don’t catch a cold. Runny nose isn’t really attractive at all.” Kris added with a small wink.

Kris leaned his head back to the tree and closed his eyes half-way contemplating about Jordan’s answer. “Your friends just don’t know how to react. They want to protect and help you, but how do you help someone who has been through something like this,” Kris shrugged opening his eyes again, “And, no. I get irritated easily and aren’t hat friendly really, so not many people would walk like on egg-shells around me. One – because I wouldn’t tell them. And two – because they wouldn’t really care, like I don’t care about their opinions. And those who do care, know that I wouldn’t stand it.”<br>
“How big the picture should be – so I could get it framed and sent to France, mon cherie,” Kris answered relaxedly, making a mental note to send Jordan an owl the next morning, “Who knows. If I like it enough, maybe I’ll even order my portrait from you. I have to put one up at the manor. One of the more boring down-sides of being a pure-blood.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

Jordan took his coat, and put it on. She sighed, and put her hair up with an elastic band she had around her wrist. When she was finished she shrugged at what Kris had said, who would care anyway? She thought about this as she looked up at the sky, it was turning into the night and stars were starting to show.

"My friends...are, perfect. Amelia has never had anything go wrong, Vanessa lives in this house with her extremely understanding aunt and uncle, Dillion has a wild and crazy family, and they just...don't understand. I haven't even told Dill about what happened, and he's one of my bestest-friends. Amelia's the one I was talking about when I said they just try to help and change you. The only real person who has helped me is Katie, and she's gone so I am alone. Haha, imagine." Jordan looked at the ground, and started to trace circles, something she did when she was nervous.

"Note to self:," Jordan smiled, "don't walk on eggshells around Kris...might kill you. Got it." She laughed lightly and stopped drawing circles before looking up at him. Boring, pureblood life? Boring? And he was on what planet?

"Nothing is as boring as spending your summers locked up in a house where you cant mention magic, or do magic! It's horrible! I would do anything to be able to talk about magic around my siblings. But, no. They look at me like, "okay?" The only time I get to talk about magic is when I am out, or at a friends house who goes here." She replied with an agitated tone of voice, she then closed her eyes and shook her head. Too many thoughts running circles in her mind at the moment.