We Are Who We Are ((Giselle))

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

"Is it me," Carlos Cortes asked his younger sister as they made their way through the crowded streets of Hogsmeade, "Or has Hogsmeade doubled in size?" Jordan felt the corners of her lips twitch upward at his question. He was right, it had doubled- maybe even tripled- in customers and visitors over the past month. But who could they blame? Besides the ministry, who weren't doing too well in the reconstruction of Diagon Alley. She knew it wasn't their fault that the place got destroyed- but still, you would think by now they would have it up again...especially since they were wizards and could fix things with a wave of their wand. Jordan wasn't very happy with the fact that they made branches in Hogsmeade of the stores that were destroyed in Diagon Alley. They could have at least expanded the tiny village a bit.

They made their way through the crowds until they reached a semi-open area, Jordan let her eyes graze over the tables. They were full...people were chattering. And all Jordan and Carlos wanted was a place to eat and have lunch. She continued to look, and finally found an empty table. Jordan grabbed her brother's hand, and pulled him toward the open area. A soft wind came and rustled some leaves on a tree, making a scratching noise. Jordan wouldn't be surprised if it started to rain. Fall was coming soon- and there was something inside Jordan that said she couldn't wait. The smell was just too familiar for her not to be excited about it. Jordan grinned in spit of herself as she sat down at the table. Carlos pulled out his chair and sat down as well, he pulled his sunglasses off his face and set them on the table in front of him before leaning back in his chair and watching his youngest sister with concentrating eyes.

Jordan took this time to look over her brother's feautures. His skin was slightly darker than Jordan's, only because his job called him to work outdoors in the sun all day. He had the same soft brown eyes, but they were hidden behind hard looks of hatred. His hair was darker than Jordan's, it was almost black, and it fell to his shoulders- which were square- in soft velvety curls. He usually wore it in a pony-tail to keep it out of his face. He seemed to be emotionless, but Jordan knew better than to belive that. She knew he had a heart of gold and a kind soul in him. But like herself, Carlos could get very mad. His temper could flare up at any given moment- and when he was angry there was no turning back. Jordan bit her lip as she thought about her distinguished looks. Her lightly brown hair went well with her lightly tanned skin, and she wore it down today- with a barret holding back a few strands of stray hair. She had soft curves and nice tone to her legs. In all, Jordan liked the way she looked- even if it wasn't exactly what others thought to be 'perfect.'

Carlos strummed his fingers on the table top and looked at Jordan still. She shifted sort of uncomfortably in her seat, but kept the stare with her brother. It was one of their many traditions- they always had lunch together one day before the term started and it always started out like this. Like they were mad at each other. Sometimes the silence bothered Jordan, and she would get annoyed- but it never lasted long, "Are you ready for another year?" He asked her. Jordan sighed and bit her lip in thought. Was she ready for her sixth year? Was she ready to put into action all those plans she had written out the year before? She wasn't sure. But she couldn't tell Carlos that, he would be disappointed in her, so she shrugged and responded with a 'sure.' Which seemed to satisfy Carlos. Jordan was about to say something more when there was a ruckus near the entrance to the small outdoors café. Jordan looked in the direction the noise was coming from just in time to see a girl, who looked to be about Jordan's age, yelling at some waitor, who didn't seem to be much younger than them. Jordan's eyes narrowed and she waited to see what else went on.

[giselle]

Giselle smiled sweetly at her Mother, enticing her to allow Giselle to go to Hogsmeade. "Please? Daddy will bring me. Daddy always let's me go. Why can't you bring me instead? Please, mother? Please just let me - " Daphne glared hard at Giselle and then at Cathy, who was sitting beside her, looking thoroughly disgruntled. Giselle's eyes narrowed into slits, aware what Daphne was about to say. Letting lose, she let tears dribble down her chin. "Mother...I want to....go to....Hogsmeade!" Giselle wailed, those tears that she could summon at any moment pouring from her eyes. Cathy looked away and Giselle let a trembling smile form on her finely shaped lips. Oh, the wonders some tears could do! Daphne looked at Giselle, then at Cathy, before shrugging. "Get in the car." she ordered, getting up and putting on one of her fine silk coats. Giselle herself wore a silk blouse and a short jean skirt to go with it. She loved showing off her body, and this would be a great way to do it. Hopefully, some game would be out today.

After remembering that they couldn't reach Hogsmeade by car, Giselle refused to succumb to defeat. "Just let me hold onto your arm and you go there by Apparition. Mother, I really want to go. Please?" she wailed, her lips trembling as a warning sign. Daphne eyed her coldly and would have said no, if Giselle hadn't made a special bond with her over the summer, which was almost at it's end. Smiling sweetly, Giselle placed her arm quickly and glued it there to Daphne's arm, holding on so tight the circulation in Mother's arm could've been cut off. When they began to travel, however, Giselle hadn't been aware what it would do to her. Her long hair whipped around her face, blinding her, and her feet left the ground so quick that she let out a scream! But she was soon standing outside the Hogshead in Hogsmeade. She fell to the ground, trembling and wailing even louder when she caught sight of her hair.

"Oh no, no, no!" Giselle groaned, standing up quickly and pulling her fingers through her now ratty hair. Her hair, her most prized possession was going to remain beautiful until she died. Wobbling a little on her first steps, Giselle turned when she heard Daphne call her name. "Giselle! I'm going to stay around here, perhaps at the Three Broomsticks. Do what you want until I come to find you." Then, she was gone. Giselle's lips curled into that grotesque smile; how pleasant this will turn out. Giselle, roaming alone in Hogsmeade was a very unusual sight. Her parents never trusted her and she always had to be at their elbows like some lap dog. She stalked down to a store that sold clothes and other accessories and bought a brush, although she must have had thirty at home already. Breaking open the plastic, she threw that trash on the ground without looking for a garbage can and ran the brush through her hair in a frenzy. Soon, it was as silky as it had been before. Throwing her brush on the ground as well, she kicked it before continuing on her way. Let some poor person take it for all she cared. It had been cheap anyway. She smiled again and strutted the rest of the way to a cafe` Cathy had suggested. She wanted to prove her dear sisters taste unworthy of acknowledgment.

The cafe` was small and dainty, a horrible sign to Giselle. At least it was clean....She glared at the waiter before sitting down at a random table. There wasn't any good game around here, not even the waiter, who was ugly and old looking. Ugh. Smirking, her hands fiddled with her diamond ring and her pearl necklace until the waiter finally came to place her order. Deadly so business was a warning sign that they would burn their food. Giselle knew this by experience, although she didn't know how to cook. Her servants did that for her. She hadn't even bothered to try to learn, her riches made her feel worthy and besides, making food was dirty work. Cathy made food from her freakish Cajun world, which made Giselle dislike it more. She smoothed her short jean skirt, which showed of her legs, before brushing back her blond hair. If only she had a mirror to admire herself...which was a great passing time during the most boring hours of the day. She picked at the food that had came to her. It was too cold and squishy. Even her cook made food better then this horrible disaster! When she complained to the waiter, he almost ignored her. What kind of people were these? Not listening to honorable peoples' suggestions and complaints. Bad business, it was showing through clearly now. She was going to give it a break if her chocolate shake was good, but when it arrived, it was far too cold! Her teeth hurt when she bit into it. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Waiter!" Giselle screeched, as she pushed away the shake. "This....shake, is horrible! Don't you freaks here now how to cook? Do you know who I am? I am worthy of the best food here, and yet you give me cold things! Cold food, far too cold of a shake, what's next? A cold salad? Please!" the waiter objected, of course, guarding his company. How annoyingly simple these people were! Couldn't they admit at least that their food was bad? Giselle pursed her lips and eyed the man with ice. "Take me shake away." she ordered, surprised to see the waiter refuse to do so. He said it was perfectly fine for the fiftieth time in one minute. Giselle had clearly had enough. Her face pale with fury, she stood up, clutched the shake and poured it over the man, drenching him with chocolate. "Shows you right. Now high-tail it to your boss so he can throw me out of this dump!" she said, regaining her calm demeanor and snatching up her purse to walk away, her head held high in defiance. Oh, this was great fun! She had never gone as far to attack someone with a shake, but maybe she should start sometime soon. She felt eyes on her back and turned to face whoever it was who was staring. Sure, most everyone was but this was different. A girl her age was staring at her with an older boy. Giselle stalked toward them, narrowing her eyes into slits. "Do you have something to say? Do you? Because if you don't mind, your eyes on my back aren't exactly what I call enjoyable. To be watched by someone unworthy of looking at me is clearly an insult. Didn't your mother teach you that? Or is she one of those stupid muggles, which I don't doubt. Speak, girl!" she said with a flare to her words. She hadn't given the girl any time to talk, although she had felt like adding the 'speak, girl!' to her sentence. It made it much more....conniving. Smirking, she sat down gracefully in one of the empty chairs at the table.

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

Jordan watched with little interest as the girl threw a fit over a shake, which was supposed to be cold. Good God, this girl was acting as if she were 5 years old! The girl then stalked over to her and Carlos, sending insults her way. When she insulted Jordan's mother, Jordan stood up from her seat gracefully. Her brown hair flew behind her as another gust of wind picked up, she looked almost goddess like - at least that was how Carlos described her afterward- fiercefully goddess like. Her jeans covered her ankles which were supported by heels, and she wore a jean jacket over her purple blouse that was sparkley. She wore hoops in her ears, and her eyes were touched gently with a pastel purple- bringing out the light in her eyes.

"Having my eyes on your back isn't the thing you should be worrying about at the moment. You have just shamed your family into oblivion- acting as if you were a measly five year old! Not only have you disgraced what little importance your family has seemed to claim, you continue to disgrace yourself, and those you associate with by your actions. If you did not want me to look at you and your horrific display of manners- then maybe next time you should think before you act. Throwing a fit because your shake is not good enough is not exceptable here, and if you don't like the food- I suggest you cook it or you leave. Don't draw unwanted attention to yourself." Jordan stated calmly, her lips pursed together rather tight. Carlos had his hands on his head, and was watching with a smug grin on his face. He knew he didn't need to step in. Besides, it was amusing to watch Jordan argue, especially when it wasn't him she was arguing with.

"As for my mother's teachings on manners, I will let you know that she did teach me manners. As opposed to your mother, who has appeared to be too ignorant to do so. I'm sorry if you think my mother was worthless because she was a muggle, but I guess that just shows how much more worthless your mother is- who can't even teach her daughter the difference between a well brought up civilian and a spoiled prat who whines like a three year old when nothing goes her way." Jordan cocked her right eyebrow upward as she waited for the girls response. Day after day, Jordan dealt with people like her- and after awhile it got dull saying the same thing over again. She wondered if this girl would put a decent fight.

[giselle]

Giselle smirked slightly as the girl got up and stood. Ooh, was so going to put up a fight or something? Giselle was used to this play, boring as usual for the muggle children can't think of anything but their own freakish insults that Giselle loved to intimidate. When the girl took a breath, Giselle smiled with glee. "Don't draw unwanted attention to yourself." She mimicked in a five year olds voice, as the girl was accusing her of being. She smiled with false sweetness as she eyed the girls' appearance with dislike. Brown hair, brown eyes, so totally bland....Giselle hated brown and brown, it was ugly and had no color to it at all. She preferred her blond hair, which shined in the light while all dark hair could do was look dull. She wore jeans too....Giselle looked away from the girl to meet her eyes precisely showing anger as the girl insulted her mother, of all people! Daphne was brilliant, especially because she was a real mother! It was Giselle's turn to straighten up, although she didn't stand. Brushing her blond hair behind her ear, she let that smile play across her lips.

"Really, shamed my family into oblivion?" Giselle laughed ruthlessly. "Shamed my family into oblivion! Wow, that's a good one. I never knew mudbloods could make up good jokes." her eyes twinkled lightly as she laughed again, cruelly and relentlessly. "Oh, and another good one! Me cook it myself or leave! Hah! You make a good laugh!" Giselle laughed hysterically until she regained enough control. Just like her tears, she could summon mean laughter out of thin air. "Honestly, I don't know where you came from besides the gutters. Ever heard of a cook, my dear girl? Did you know that's the person who actually makes food that tastes good? Well, I have on of those in my collection of servants, unlike you, who probably have to work around the house, slave-like, correct? Well, that should be the way it is, sooner or later you will be slaves to do people like Me's bidding. Get used to it. At least you know how to do chores. You'll become a worthy maid then. Although, in my house, floors have to be spotless and I doubt anyone like you could do a feat like that, eh?" she laughed again, her hair falling over her face. Maybe this girl could be her game today. Like a hunter and its prey.

"As for my mother, you should really be afraid. She's better then any common muggle. If anything, you should be terrified that one day you will wake up and your mother won't answer your call..." she tapped her chin knowingly, glancing at this girl with mean eyes. Sure, her parents could take people out, although they hadn't done so in a very long time. They just helped the people who did that kind of work, which was almost as good as doing it themselves. She set her purse on the ground and a smirk was abundant on her lips. The boy next to the girl remained mute, making Giselle ignore him completely. Let this girl do what she wants; she's just a needle in Giselle's very expensive shoes. She crossed her arms over her chest and crossed her legs, letting the left one dangle in the air. "You amuse me. That should be an honor; most people don't amuse me. I would give you something nice, but I don't want to waste my expenses on an animal." Again she laughed. "You know, I'm sure the circus would take you in. The tent is probably better living quarters then whatever shack you live in. And the animals might smell better then you do too." she smirked. "And, it would be where your family belongs, wouldn't it? I mean, with things like themselves....You would make a superb clown, and that's a compliment on my part." She finished up her speaking and began to pick at her finger-nail polish, her eyes looking up with pure hatred once and a while, hoping the girl would do something against her tirade of insults. If she just sat there and took, she would be a real bore shortly. Just like any mudblood is in the end.

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

Jordan's eyebrow arched, and Carlos made a move to stand; his fists clenched. Jordan raised her hand, motioning for him to sit, and he did. This girl was petty. Pointless and so ignorant to the world, Jordan wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know anything past her own horrid fashion sense. Jordan crossed her arms, and smiled before saying; "I suppose you need servants because you're too lazy to do anything yourself? That would explain your body type. I say you need to lose a few pounds. I also doubt you do any type of sport, or have any real hobbies- let alone real friends to enjoy your hobbies with. Before you insult me because of the things I do that reward me in the long run, I suggest you take a step back and look at what you have learnt in your lifetime- besides what colours you should wear during the four seasons...that's if you're smart enough to know what the four seasons are."

Carlos let out a small noise, his arms were crossed and he was annoyed with his younger sister for telling him to sit. Though he must admit, Jordan was handling this nicely. But he couldn't help but wonder how Jordan would handle the thing about their mother not being there to answer her call. Their mother had died some years ago, and not many knew that- after all in teh eyes of some pureblooded socities, Alejandra Cortes wasn't worth a life anyway. But in the muggle world, Alejandra was a beauty. A queen of latina ballroom dancing. Jordan knew it, and Jordan was following in her mother's footsteps. Sometimes she looked exactly like the graceful ballroom dancer, others she looked so much like the scornful mother who was hard on discplining her children; "My mother...already doesn't answer to my call. She's dead, no thanks to the likes of you. I didn't expect a heartless whench to know that though- I mean, you could probably care less if your mother died. You'd probably be more worried about whether or not you got her wardrobe."

Then the girl went off about living in a circus tent, this made Jordan laugh and shake her head while rolling her eyes; "You know, that's funny. Because I was just going to ask you how it was in those places? But I guess you wouldn't know. You'd be sleeping in the elephant stalls with their dung now wouldn't you? Sorry, mistake on my part, I hadn't realised you hadn't graduated from elephant dung hand to circus freak. I guess that says a lot about your family doesn't it? That they look poor enough to live in an elephant hole? At least I try to appear as if I'm part of this world- you stand out like a sore thumb. I suppose you need some help on that...though I don't know of anyone who would like to baby-sit a sodding child with lame insults."

[giselle]

Giselle laughed loudly when the boy made to stand, oh, how hysterical this was! She was actually having fun. As if that mudblood boy could harm her! Ha! She smirked sadistically and crossed her arms over her chest. This girl was doing well. Very well. Except for thinking she was good at everything. Nasty little girl. Giselle often did this to test people, and right now the girl was passing, although she could pick better insults then this! She smirked; all the girl was doing was using Giselle's ideas and attempting to put them into some huge insults or something. "You think I need to lose a few pounds! Ha! And be bone skinny? Really, you have almost less sense of style then brains, and that's close to none!" she cried, her eyes rolling up to the sky. "Please. I want to avoid being like you. But, you know, I like sticking out in the crowds, it draws the eyes. I would ask if you knew what I mean, but of course you don't. If anything, people avoid there eyes from looking at such a sight as you." Giselle smirked, satisfied with her rebuke. This girl was funny, hilarious. She thought she was good? Yes, she sure did act like it. The other kid seemed to think so too, for her obeyed her. Honestly, was he letting himself be some lap-dog? How funny! Giselle snorted but listened carefully as the girl said her mother was dead.

"Oh, no. So sad." she said with absolutely no sincerity. "Poor you. At least she did a good deed. I don't know how she died, nor do I care, but it's a good thing she's gone. She wiped a little bit of filth of this planet, although it's probably not noticeable yet, there's so much." She smirked and leaned foreword, her eyes sparkling maliciously, to show that she wasn't just saying that. She meant it. This Earth needed to be rid of the likes of the girl, and no matter who she met or what they did to her, she wouldn't change this idea. She never would. She leaned back just as the girl said she wouldn't be worried about the wardrobe. "Wrong again, my dear girl! I would be more worried as to who she loved best, and of course, who gets the house." she smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling. This girl was a fun toy, but Giselle would get bored soon, as she always did.

"Right, you would ask me how it is in a circus? I wouldn't know, for I have never been there before, but the way you talk, you've been there countless times. No wonder I smelled a stench." she wrinkled her nose while chocking down laughs. "Like I said before, I don't like to look like complete idiots. You are like a dirty pig, just like all the other freaks in the world that have mudblood written across their face. They deserve to die, just like your dear mother. Even you do and that kid beside you." she motioned to the boy sitting next to her with a wave of her hand as she yawned. "My, my, you are the stupid one aren't you? Don't jump to conclusions just yet. My family outshines you yourself without even trying to put anything into how we dress. First of all, we are worthy of everything while you shouldn't even be here, in this cafe`, thinking your little bottom should be sitting in that chair." Giselle rolled her eyes. "You think I'm ignorant. Now that's funny! Ignorant is just one word that describes your behavior." She smirked and twirled her hair around her finger. Bored. Again. "Please, I'm bored of this mindless talk and your constant 'insults.' Can't you actual talk about something important for a change?"

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

"Now, that all depends," Jordan stated calmly. This girl's words had no affect on her. She was just another mindless idiot who didn't realise her world was crumbling around her, "That all depends on how set you are in life. I mean I could have some very interesting and enlightening conversation with you. But I wouldn't want to if I didn't know where you stood. Where will you be when all the purebloods realise their world is never going to be the way it was before? Will you be upfront- accepting your fate? Or crying behind your mummy and daddy, trying your best to make it through? Will you be peering out the windows as us muggleborns roam the streets and cause for celebration? Or will you be slowly killing yourself with a blade in your bathroom? 'Tis a shame if you think about it really. You think you own the world, when you don't even own your mind."

Jordan sat down, crossed her legs cooly, and looked up at the girl; "What? It's true? Do you not spend countless hours thinking about how 'filthy' the world is? A true pureblood wouldn't even care about it enough to think about it constantly. You sit there and tell me I don't belong, when in all honesty- you don't. Out of the total population of the wizarding world; who is there more of? The purebloods or the lower bloods? You think about us way too much for us to actually care that we are 'sullying' your world. We have too much joy to the attention you purebloods give us. So bravo on your part, you put on a good show. Now run along and pretend that you're sane enough to walk in this place." She dared the girl to make a move to harm her. Carlos was there to get her, it wasn't like this girl could do magic- and Carlos was physically stronger than she was in many ways. Jordan was pretty good at physically fighting as well, but she never mounted that low.

"You want to talk about something important? Alright, I'll talk with you as if you are worth my time. Let's talk about how Voldemort's downfall will come. Will it come quickly or will it come slowly? Bringing all his followers down with him. Will his defeat consist of him and Potter dying together, showing the world that no one is better than the other- or will he die, showing the triumph of those who know better than those who are just selfish pricks? Let's talk about how you tell me I shouldn't belong here in this cafe, let alone this world- and yet you stand here...like a mindless idiot having a banter with me when you nothing of who I am or what kind of power I hold over you at Hogwarts. Let's talk about how foolishly thick you are to even think you have a bloody chance at winning something against me. I have superiority over you. Maybe not over blood, but over age- mind- and honesty."

[giselle]

"Where I stand?" Giselle repeated, her eyes staring at the other girl's with a cool immensity. "If you really want to know, I stand knee high in your pile of filth and droppings, and yet all I can do is insult you about it. I could help clean it up, but I don't. I just kill you with words, while doing nothing about the actual fact that there are more muggleborns and half-bloods then the royalty there used to be. Sure, I know it all. Don't think I haven't been noticing. Mudbloods are everywhere and I can't do anything about it, although every day I wake up and wish I could. Now, don't get me wrong, I hate your very being, but I feel as if you people could...let's say....prove yourself worthy. You could...maybe...do something. I don't know what, so don't ask, but if some muggleborn did something really...spectacular....then it might change the way some think. Or, at least, it might change how I think. But don't expect it to happen, for I'm not impressed easily. That's just the truth about how I feel on the situation. Let's say you're right and all the muggleborns win in the world. That would be worthy of recognition, don't you agree?" Giselle twiddled with her hair fondly, not looking at the girl in the eyes anymore. Surely she wouldn't believe Giselle was giving them a chance....She was only doing so because she knew there was a slim chance that they wouldn't win the fight around the wizarding world. They couldn't....could they?

"I don't think population matters here, dearie. I'm talking about how people like yourself shouldn't be around. Of course, I think about it every passing moment I see some horrid face like your own that is filthy. I really don't enjoy it but hey, the world won't stop turning because of it. The real story, girlie, isn't about the population count. Get that through your small head, okay? Because if you go around thinking that, people might put you were the insane institution is, not that you haven't been there before?" she smirked but left it at a question instead of a rough statement. Maybe if she was almost civil with the girl, they could get through something. "The real truth is pure-bloods do belong because we were first all along. Way back, who do you think went to school all the time? The pure! The perfect! In other words, people unlike yourself. Do you think the four founders were mudbloods? No! They were from pure families, no doubt about that. See, you don't belong in Hogwarts. You could go to a different school, maybe, and make things all hunky-dory. Hogwarts is for the pure, and the filth is rotting it slowly from the inside." She glared purposely at the girls' face.

"As if I'm worth your time?" Giselle repeated, once again fascinated the girl was so idiotic. "Please, you are really a mixed up girl, aren't you? You're lucky I'm actual being civil to you; my family is far more powerful then yours, and one more death in the wizarding world would go unnoticed. Especially if it was that of dirty blood." she smiled at the girl widely. Her parent s were strong in magic. "That is, if you have any family worthy of recognition left." she added for some flare, her eyes glazing over as she glared at something over the girl's head. Nothing in particular, just something to keep her eyes off the girls'. "Fine. You-Know-Who. You talk about honesty? It's all false. Don't you realize no one is honest anymore? People are living on a foundation of lies through these times, and yet you talk like you have been truthful all this time. No, no one can be that pure of goodness. You can't be. It's impossible. Go ahead and tell me you've never let a lie slip off your tongue, go ahead. See if anyone in their right mind would believe you. There would be a lie. So, don't' talk like you're better in honesty. Don't think I lie all the time; again you jump to conclusion like a mindless girl who can't think of her own insults but lives in her pretend world. Things are real where I stand, maybe not where you are, but where I am, yes. Everyone lies, so deal with it."

"As for You-Know-Who, I really don't enjoy talking about the subject. I have never spoken to Potter but I hate him for what he is, the Wonder-Kid. The kid with all the powers to destroy the strongest wizard alive. Do you think I enjoy that notion? My parents are one of the biggest supporters of You-Know-Who, but they never do anything bad. I hate You-Know-Who for what he is. A massive killer. Do you think I like the idea of my friends dying? Please. Do you want to know what I think on the subject of Him? Do you really? Fine. I'll tell you. Believe it or no, I won't care. I think that the Death Eaters will eventually turn against their master. Go on. Laugh. Point. Smile and talk to whoever that is beside you. I don't care. It's the truth. He doesn't treat them right and sooner or later, they will rebel. Potter's too cowardly to do anything special against Him and He is too cowardly to do anything against Potter. I know Potter could destroy him, but the Death Eaters get more chances at him, don't they. That's what I think." she looked up at the girl with a completely sour face, waiting for the laughter to come to her ears, for surely it would.

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

Jordan grit her teeth, sending a dull pain in the back of her jaw. This girl was thick. She heard nothing. Nothing Jordan was saying. Jordan sighed, defeated; "I don't lie. There's no point to it. If you want to get some where in your life you can't lie. Lying won't get you anywhere, and if it does- then it will come back up and bite you in the arse. I am honest. I am sweetly honest, and I can be brutally honest. I tell it how it is, exactly where it is. I don't waste my time lathering people up, trying to make them feel better about who they are. If they have a problem with what is going on in their life- they need to find out how they are part of hte problem and fix it. There's no point in telling them it'll end happily, cos I don't know if it will. So why lie?" She was growing impatient with this girl, and Carlos could tell. Jordan tapped her foot slowly, going over the dance steps in her mind- her eyes closed. When she re-opened them the girl had just finished speaking about Voldemort. Jordan never trembled at his name. She figured she was just some lowly person who had no immediate effects in any of his plans- so why tremble at just a name...a foolish one at that. When the girl said something about the Death Eaters rebelling against him, Jordan smirked and rolled her eyes- apparently the word loyalty never crossed over into the Slytherin house.

"No," Carlos spoke up. Jordan looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "They're too loyal to him to rebel. Even I know that. Loyalty runs thick in purebloods, doesn't it? Or are they only giving Hufflepuffs that trait these days?" Jordan smiled at her brother before turning back to the girl. He was right, and Jordan knew it- she didn't have anything to add to it, but what she did know is that if the girl went out on her brother; Jordan would be forced to call the manager before she pulled out her wand. In only a few months, Jordan would be able to do magic outside of school- but for now she had to deal with verbal spats. Of course, after awhile that got annoying enough. She would get into a few physical fights if it was needed, but they weren't needed that often- so she normally stayed clear of arguments and conflict all together. But this girl seemed to have wanted a fight, and Jordan wasn't one to bash her high hopes- then again she could use a good shove off her high horse. Jordan watched the girl with interest. She had seen her around school before- but hadn't bothered to speak to her...knowing nothing good could come from a spoiled brat who always got her way. There had been countless times she had seen her wearing the Slytherin crest, but other times she had seen her wearing the Gryffindor crest as well. Jordan raised her eyebrow at this thought.

"So," She said slowly- drawling the o out. She wanted the effect to shiver up the girls spine at her next words, "Do you masquerade as Slytherin during the day and a Gryffindor at night? Or are you the evil twin of some brave Gryff who is much more better than you could ever be? Much more loved? I say it's the second one, because you seem to erratic to be the first one." Jordan wondered if this struck a nerve at all in the girl. She would be quite satisfied if it had- and well, Jordan was really looking forward to the idea of hitting something in the girl's mind. After all, this girl seemed to usually get whatever she wanted- and when that happened and there was a sibling invovled, it got pretty ugly; especially if one sibling was loved more than the other. Jordan watched out of the corner of her eye as someone stood from their chair, casting the two girls a glare, before walking away. Jordan smiled as she recognised the person as a Professor from Hogwarts- apparently off duty. Her attention was drawn back to the girl, who Jordan still did not know her name- nor could she care less about it. After all, once they returned to school she probably would never speak to the arrogant brat ever again so what's the use in getting acquainted?

"Tick tock tick tock, girlie." Jordan mocked as she stood and grabbed her back from behind the chair, "We don't have all day- and I'm afraid we must be going. So hurry, say something useful before we leave and I might consider staying and entertaining you with 'useless and lame insults'. As long as you promise to grow up a bit." Jordan looked at Carlos who stood as well, placed his sunglasses over his cold black eyes, and waited for Jordan to make the move to go. He was only obeying her because this was new territory for him. Jordan was usually doing this at school, not at Hogsmeade- and since Carlos couldn't go to Hogwarts with Jordan...it was only obvious he was knew to the banter and defense thing. Jordan flipped her hair over her shoulder, raised an eyebrow at the girl, and waited for her mouth to move- all the while growing more impatient.

[giselle]

Giselle smirked sadistically in the girl's face. Oh dear, she wasn't going to fess up. "Darling, of course you don't lie. You a perfect little girl with all the right little ideas." she purred, her voice mocking that of a three year-old. "Why won't you just close that big hole in your face?!" she spat, in her normal voice now and her eyes flashing. "Don't try to tell me you never lie. You would be a Saint if you didn't. Don't tell me when you were a child you wouldn't lie about not doing a chore or washing the dishes." this horrible words flipped off her tongue, flying toward the girl with satisfaction. Clicking her tongue she smiled, a phrase ready for this kind of thing. "Lets say good is white and bad is black. No one is totally black or completely white. To be all white would be an angel, saint, god-like. To be all black would be like a devil. That includes you too. But of course, you never lied before!" She shook her head, sad that the girl could actually think Giselle would believe this. She was lying now, saying that she never lies. How sad. How pitiful. Yes, Giselle should feel pity for this girl. She put that expression on her face and clicked her tongue again.

"My poor girl...I'm so glad I have to awaken you from your dream world....it has to happen sometime, usually at age five but since you aren't grown up yet....now might not have been the right time either." she smiled wickedly, as her eyes flashed with victory. How simple-minded this girl was! Oh, pity was still on Giselle's face as she shifted in the chair and the boy actually said something, the hound to the girl. "Of course, it's the loyal Hufflepuffs who are Saints too, isn't that right?" she mocked, perfectly up to date. This boy was either a graduate student from Hogwarts, or just a plain muggle. Either way, he wasn't worth her recognition. She didn't even look at him. In fact, she studied her finger nails carefully, picking here and there. "Really, loyalty never lasts. People fight, cry, lie, bully. It's a natural part of life. Soon, the weaklings come up to bat and do something against their leader. How the world turns...." she smiled again. This was fun. What the girl said next though, completely threw Giselle off. Damn....She knew! Giselle never spoke about her darling twin sister unless it was to insult her. She was a Gryffindor and was just as bad as all the mudbloods. She remained startled for a while, until anger and hatred boiled above her mind and surrounded her. How dare this girl! She was getting up, leaving. Giselle didn't hear a word she said. She was fuming to bad to hear over her own muttering.

"What, running away? Sit back down, girlie." she mocked in perfect rhythm. "Unless your frighten end. I don't want to frighten the little girl....You must be really slow to not understand the situation. Or, you just can't get anything through that large ugly head sitting upon those far too wide shoulders. Ever heard of a twin? Huh? Well, think identical for once and everything should add up. Of course, I don't expect you to know everything, but hopefully you can understand something awfully simple. But," she snarled with rage, "don't' think to hard. It must bust that pretty head. You might even look better without it..."

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

Jordan raised her eyebrow as the girl ordered her to sit back down. She smirked and shook her head; "I'm not doing anything you want...go look for someone else to poke fun at. I'm through with this childish behaviour..." Jordan continued to walk away, Carlos following her in disbelief. Normally, Jordan didn't back away from an argument- especially one she had superiority in. Why was she doing it now? It blew right over Carlos' head but he didn't protest against her actions...considering Jordan would most likely block them out anyway. Jordan was like that, but Carlos couldn't help himself and he jogged a little bit to catch up with her.

"What was that?" He asked, not bothering to hide his surprise and astonishment in his voice. Jordan merely smiled at the café owner and placed her sunglasses over her eyes as she walked down the streets of Hogsmeade. SHe wasn't going to answer- Carlos should've known that when he had even considered asking her that question. But what was he supposed to do? Just let his little sister walk away from a fight that could potentially do some good in her school? No! Carlos grabbed her arm and held it lightly as he pulled her to a stop, "Jordan! Tell me!" Jordan narrowed her eyes and yanked her arm back, she was exploding with anger.

"Day after day is the same thing, Carlos!" Jordan burst with tears threatening to escape from her eyes, "'You aren't worthy enough to be here,' 'mudbloods deserve to die,' 'why don't you go drown in your filth?' The same thing, day after day! I'm sick of it! It causes me to become ill of myself, most the times it just bounces off and it doesn't bother me- but when people are so arrogant that they take joy in seeing others suffer, it bothers me! It makes me sick of this world! Sometimes it's enough to make me wish I were a muggle, but that wouldn't matter- cos it's the same in the muggle world. We're filth because we're latino. I'm filth because I'm muggleborn." Jordan put her head in her hands and walked away, not letting the tears fall. SHe was done. Through. No more. She didn't want to be part of this world if this is what it amounted to.