Real quarrels (Jordan)

[kris]

Kris was in a worse than lousy mood. Even he himself felt almost sorry to anyone who would get into his way today. He needed to rant, rave, destroy, yell. Actually even bullying someone didn’t seem such a bad option today, even though Kris didn’t usually bother to do it
Kris scowled and bared his teeth in a menacing growl towards some second years, who yelped and fled as quickly as possibly towards the nearest classroom. Kris felt almost content at seeing this, even though it meant that he would have to find some lifeless object to destroy.

Kris walked up the stairs in search of an empty classroom, where he wouldn’t be bothered. Finally locating one on second floor, Kris entered and shrugged off his cloak. He had already lost points today, because he wasn’t wearing his uniform, but Kris had guessed he’d take off somewhere in the middle of the day, so he was wearing black jeans – custom-made for him – and a black T-shirt today. Muggle clothes, but they were comfortable, so Kris had worn them today.

Kris smiled almost sweetly as he stepped in front of the first row of desks and sent a fireball at them, skillfully destroying the entire row. The same fate hit all the other desks as well. Still smiling, although his smile was more blood-thirsty now, Kris placed his wand on the teachers desk and stepped to a small podium. Kris closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, mentally preparing himself, before jumping and kicking the wooden podium, sending it crashing into the wall, where it broke in two. Grinning contently, Kris moved forward, when he suddenly heard the door opening and he whipped around angrily, ready to let all seven hells loose on who ever had had the guts to disturb him.

((It's after midnight for me so pardon, if it's a litlte shaky from somewhere))

[JordanCortes]

((It's fine...))

"Now, you will stay away from me...got it?!" Jordan screamed at the younger girl who was cornered against the wall, Jordan wand to the littler girl's throat. The little girl nodded, gulping, and crying at the same time. She was frightened, what had she done? Besides, accidentally dropping her books, and having Jordan accidentally trip over them? Why was this girl blowing up on her, over something so small? Only Jordan really knew the answer to that, she had some rage that was pent up in her. Ready to strike at any moment who had decided to speak to her. Yanking her wand back, Jordan threw her hair over her shoulder and walked away, still quite angry.

Sending glares at her so-called friends, Jordan turned a sharp right trying to avoid any further conversations with people she wasn't exactly happy to see at the moment. She had been this way since breakfest, had decided to skip all her classes, wander around, create havoc, yell, torment, et cetera et cetera. She ran up a flight of stairs and then turned left, pushing open a door. Just in time to see Kris, a Slytherin she had met and argued with many before. But, that arguing had always turned into a long conversation, so Jordan had decided to duck out before he noticed her. Too late, "Bloody hell." She muttered, her anger and annoyance surfacing. The fire appeared in her eyes and she quickly blinked it back away.

"Are you throwing a fit? Oh, you poor thing.." Jordan smirked, her voice dripping with thick sour sarcasm. She leaned up against the doorframe, wondering what was wrong with him, but not really caring either way. She raised her eyebrows at him, still slightly annoyed, but wondering if she could pick a real fight with this older Slytherin, very well knowing the answer to that question within her mind.

[kris]

Kris scowled as Jordan entered the room. He had met the younger girl before and they had argued and bickered, then talked some, then argued again. Kris breathed deeply, trying to control himself for long enough to order Jordan to either leave or to forcefully lift her behind the door.
Just then Jordan spoke and it was probably the younger girl’s tone of voice that pushed Kris over the edge of caring.

“My, my, my, what DO we have here?” Kris’s voice a freezing hiss as he moved in half-circle, so he was standing between Jordan and the window-sill, where he had placed his wand, “A small frightened girl, who doesn’t really know her place. Aren’t you afraid that this big bad snake will rip you apart alive?”<br>Kris continued in his half-circle in an almost predatory way. Right now he didn’t care if he would hurt Jordan’s feeling or not, not feeling the slightest bit scared that the girl might do something to him.

“And if I’m pure, then what are you? Lower than the dirt beneath me?” Kris mocked the third year Hufflepuff, deciding he might as well amuse himself, while she was there. Picking on someone always relaxed Kris quicker than regular ranting, “Are you sure you don’t want to run to your precious house-mates or professor for protection while I’ll still let you go?” Kris’s voice had raised from the icy it had started in and was now completely mocking, wondering if Jordan would loose her patience. It would be just more fun for Kris, if she actually did.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan's eyebrows were raised in an amused expression, a small thin smile upon her lips. He was in a bad mood. Did someone need a hug? She chuckled lightly and moved from the doorframe to the wall beside it, dragging her fingernails across the wall. She wasn't in the mood for screaming just yet, she felt like she would enjoy some words being exchanged yet, "I know my place, it's people like you who don't." She simply answered with a small, bored, shrug. Not really caring what he did to her. She was in the mood for a good fight, she realized he was exactly the one to go for it.

"You know- I seem to more about being pure-blooded than you do...from my understanding, Mr. Graas, a pure-blood is someone who was indeed born into a whole wizardry family, but doesn't socialize with muggleborns or halfbloods. It's a shame really, you have already gone and done both those things. Tsk tsk tsk." Jordan told him with a slight amused smile, she was ready to actually start arguing now, but she was enjoying her voice ringing out with expressionless tone. She looked at her fingernails, seeming to be as bored as she had been before, and waited for his response. One thing she liked about Kris; he could always make her angry, someway or another, and that was a good thing. Others would back down, frightened, or Jordan wouldn't be mean towards them, afraid of losing a friendship. But, Kris, he wasn't either of those. She could say all she wanted to him, and she knew it wouldn't matter.

"And, just to let you know, I'm not frightened. You don't scare me in the least bit." She added as an afterthought. Her brown eyes lifting, to lock with his. She was sending him a glance, daring him to harm her. Say all the things he wanted, but don't physically touch her. Though she knew that wouldn't happen anyway, he never hit a girl. Or so he had told her in the astronomy tower the first night they had met.

[kris]

‘Born into a whole wizarding family’ that hit Kris. He still missed his father and he never forgot his oath to find revenge on his father’s murders. The memory was always edging just there on the corners of his mind. But Kris knew it would matter, what Jordan said, as they always fought. She probably hadn’t even used that thought, but those were the words that rang in Kris’s ears, as his eyes flashed coldly at the promise of revenge. Actually Kris didn’t care at tohers opinions at all.

“Half-bloods and muggle-borns can be useful to me, so it would be foolish to not use them. Even all the girls I take out are just toys – playthings for me to get what I want and after I get that, I dump them,” Kris answered with a careless shrug. In a way it was true – he didn’t actually even have friends among half-bloods and muggle-borns, but he talked with some of them and would have no hesitation to press on the right buttons should he need anything.
“If you are still blind enough to not see that detail, then maybe you aren’t ready to see the world just yet, as the world won’t slow down for you,” Kris continued with a careless shrug watching as Jordan draw her nails over the wall, irking Kris’s nerves, even though it didn’t appear on his face nor tone.

“And you are a fool, if you aren’t scared of me. I can be dangerous,” Kris only whispered but he words carried over to Jordan in the empty classroom, as all the desks besides the teacher’s one were now turned into ashes already, “Very dangerous and you wouldn’t be a match for me, silly little girl.” Kris wouldn’t lay a finger on Jordan, besides catching her fist, should she decide to attack physically, but Kris wouldn’t do anything else but holding her fist or nails in a safe distance from his face. But nothing said that Kris couldn't pull Jordan apart verbally.

[JordanCortes]

"Oh? Well, that just makes you more of a jerk, then. Kris you have to realize something, not all of us are played that easily. There are so many that play you in return. Wait, why am I telling you this?" Jordan tilted her head, an expression of thought on her face, "Oh yes, I feel sorry for you. Pity goes a long way doesn't it?" Jordan smiled evilly and put her hand above her head, stretching, with a yawn. When he said she should be scared of him and he could be dangerous, Jordan burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Kris, I have no doubt that you are dangerous. I mean, I knew that from the start, but did that stop me from talking to you? No. Didn't think so. Anyway, if you are so dangerous, Mr. Tough Guy, then why do you hang around me and others? Why not find people who are as dangerous as yourself? Do you lead others on? Thinking you are dangerous, when inside you are still aching from your father's death?" Jordan asked this, her tone now sharp, and a hint of sadness in her voice. She quickly pushed that away, determined not to let those emotions get in her way.

"And I know I have no chance against you. Since I can't hurt you though, you can't hurt me. In order to hurt me, I have to be able to hurt you, it's just common sense. I'm strong as long as I don't hurt you, because-," Jordan quickly changed her words,"But, if you harm me, you will have Hell after you," Those last words were oozing with hatred and anger. She had just delivered a threat, that if he had actually wanted to hurt her and did, the threat could be carried out. he would have Hell after him, Hell as in her family, friends, and herself. She was capable of driving him insane, harming in many ways, she just wasn't sure if she wanted to.

[kris]

“If most girls I know aren’t that easy to play with, then why do they always surrender to me so easily? And us – are you crushing on me? Don’t waist your time – you’re much to sweet and innocent for my taste, not to mention young,” Kris asked in a lazy drawl slipping his wand into his back-pocket and stalking slowly towards the teacher’s table, that was still the only thing standing. Kris leaned his hands on the smooth surface of the table and checked it calculatively. He wouldn’t touch Jordan, but the desk would be splinters by the time Kris was finished.

Just then Kris head Jordan’s finally words. Actually they sounded more like a threat. But Kris burst out laughing: “You’ll give me hell? It would rather be those people you’ll run to shelter, who might try to approach me. You don’t have Slytherin material in you, so you can’t give me hell. Do you even know what hell feels like?”<br>
Kris had found the weakest spot in the desk and traced it almost gently with his finger, getting a feel of it. Kris started controlling his breath, so it was even and took a step backwards. Smiling at the table Kris jumped with a full twist of his body and kicked, cracking the wooden panel that would shield one’s legs, when sat there. One more precisely aimed kick with his leg and the tables surface broke with a satisfying crack as the useless pieces of the table crashed down on the table.
Kris turned his head and sneered: “Oh boo hoo, little Jordan had to protect herself and hit someone, so he died and Jordan is now so lost and scared. Let’s all pamper her.” Dropping the mockingly sweet tone, Kris smirked maliciously: “Obviously your mind is too screwed up to try to confuse others. Especially if you think that someone who raised his hand against two small girls even deserved to live. I know Ravenclaws are meant to be the smart ones, who can think besides my own house, but do try to pick up that habit as well a little and stopping such an idiot.”<br>
Kris turned back to the broken table, and holding it in palace with one foot, broke it into half again with the other.

[JordanCortes]

What he was saying to her was just making her lose her patience, it wasn't hurting her in any possible way. One) She knew that what he was saying was influenced by his bad mood, and two) she knew that even if he did mean what he was saying, it wouldn't cause Jordan any loss. Actually, she'd probably give her her life back. Jordan merely smiled, "Crush? On you? Poor you, so stupid. There are times I wonder if guys have brains, you know?" Jordan stated with a simple shrug. She twirled at the colored strand of hair that was framing her face and sighed.

"Y'know, I could give you hell on my own...and yeah, I know what hell feels like. Maybe not your hell, but I know hell. And don't give me that mocking crap, I get enough of it from my brother, 'Oh, Jordan killed someone, the guilt is too unbearable...wah wah wah' I really don't sway because, of it, so you're wasting your breath." Jordan told him with a scowl, she was ready to leave the room, afraid of what she would say and do. But, she didn't. She held her ground, ready to hit that high note. Hoping that it wouldn't come to that.

What if it did come to that? A little voice asked in her mind, really, you are the only one who knows what you are capable of. He can talk trash, but you...you're able to do so much more than that. The little voice was annoying, so annoying, but she didn't wish it away. She enjoyed hearing it, it made her angrier, "You are a waist of my time, I don't know why I even bother talking to you." Jordan grabbed her shoulderbag and made her way towards the door but, stopped, "Actually, yes I do. I figured that maybe you weren't like all the other Slytherin's. Weren't up to tormenting, ridiculing, torturing, muggleborns and halfbloods. Shows how deceived I can be, eh? Here's a tip: find a personality and stick with it." Jordan faced him, her eyes dark. Now she meant what she said, all the words that followed after that would be hateful. Not that they would be like his words, that burned her wihtout a problem, she would work up to that. But, they would be full of hate, whether that bothered him...was his decision.

[kris]

“Stick at one personality,” Kris threw his head back laughed thoroughly amused by the statement. He was still angry, but that sentence – it was pathetic for Kris to hear it. Kris smirked. Oh, he didn’t bother to torment half-bloods and mudbloods usually, but he preferred the company of pure-bloods, especially Slytherins. And there were plenty of first and second years he had ridiculed or hexed, when I happened to wander into his way.
“So the ickle Huffie is confused by me?” Kris mocked real concern, “Maybe you are so confused, because I only show my personality to those worthy of it. So if you are confused – oh my, might that mean you aren’t worthy?”<br>
Kris yawned – Jordan wasn’t even putting up a real argument today and destroying tables could only help to one point. Kris wondered briefly if he should go running in the Forbidden Forest later – he was bound to meet some creatures there, who would be able to help him get rid of some of his spare energy.
Noticing that Jordan had picked up her shoulder-bag, Kris smirked. Jordan was really making it easy for him today: “Already leaving? But the party hasn’t even started yet. But maybe it is for the best, as I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent. So ran along to your boring and annoyingly sweet friends.”<br>