1 Chapter 5
He stared at her, he didn't know she lead as torturous of a past as he did, but he hadn't gone through anything such as that.
"I- I am sorry Adara, I had no idea," he managed to mumble as he stared at her navy blue pools.
"It is quite all right mon chere- you didn't know-" she smiled reassuringly, "but now you do, and now you can understand my sometimes odd actions towards physical contact."
He sighed deeply, looking at her, he had very dark moments in his past, but he didn't care to share them, though it was nice to know she trusted him with such a deep dark secret. But he now found himself hating Voldemort more then ever. "What a- monster he is- why do we allow him to continue, he should be finished off once and for all-"
Adara smiled in return, "yes he should be, and someday he will die- just a matter of time, he cant run away forever." She seemed to be trying to comfort herself with that thought at the same time as him. After a moment of awkward silence and neither knowing what to say, she spoke once again. "I had better moving along, mon chere- Professor Snape is probably wondering where I've gone off to, I'm sure," she mumbled, gathering the boxes into her arms again.
"Oh yes, for goodness sakes don't get on that mans wrong side-" he smiled weakly, trying to shed some light on the situation. "I'll see you later Adara-" he nodded, opening the door for her.
"Yes, until then-" she looked at him for a moment before walking out, and moving hurriedly down the halls, carrying the large empty boxes that dwarfed her size. Jordan watched her go, with a heavy heart, before turning and heading in the opposite direction a little ways. He stopped at a painting, glancing around to make sure the corridor was still empty, seeing that it was all clear. He stood beside the large painting of a field of grass, flowers, and an occasional tree. He touched his fingertip to the trunk of one of the trees, and poked it several times, the sound of giggling came from the painting before it swung open, and he ducked into the opening. It was a narrow passage, with distant torches barely lighting the downward sloping floor. He walked on and on, turning a corner occasionally, before he came to a dead end, but below him, instead of stone floor it was wood. To his left was a small lever on the wall that he reached over, giving a pull. The wooden platform began to rise, and above him the ceiling opened to reveal that the passage took him outside. Once all the way up he stepped off the platform, and it closed behind him as he headed for the forbidden forests, making sure there were no eyes following him as he disappeared into the shadows of the trees-
He stared at her, he didn't know she lead as torturous of a past as he did, but he hadn't gone through anything such as that.
"I- I am sorry Adara, I had no idea," he managed to mumble as he stared at her navy blue pools.
"It is quite all right mon chere- you didn't know-" she smiled reassuringly, "but now you do, and now you can understand my sometimes odd actions towards physical contact."
He sighed deeply, looking at her, he had very dark moments in his past, but he didn't care to share them, though it was nice to know she trusted him with such a deep dark secret. But he now found himself hating Voldemort more then ever. "What a- monster he is- why do we allow him to continue, he should be finished off once and for all-"
Adara smiled in return, "yes he should be, and someday he will die- just a matter of time, he cant run away forever." She seemed to be trying to comfort herself with that thought at the same time as him. After a moment of awkward silence and neither knowing what to say, she spoke once again. "I had better moving along, mon chere- Professor Snape is probably wondering where I've gone off to, I'm sure," she mumbled, gathering the boxes into her arms again.
"Oh yes, for goodness sakes don't get on that mans wrong side-" he smiled weakly, trying to shed some light on the situation. "I'll see you later Adara-" he nodded, opening the door for her.
"Yes, until then-" she looked at him for a moment before walking out, and moving hurriedly down the halls, carrying the large empty boxes that dwarfed her size. Jordan watched her go, with a heavy heart, before turning and heading in the opposite direction a little ways. He stopped at a painting, glancing around to make sure the corridor was still empty, seeing that it was all clear. He stood beside the large painting of a field of grass, flowers, and an occasional tree. He touched his fingertip to the trunk of one of the trees, and poked it several times, the sound of giggling came from the painting before it swung open, and he ducked into the opening. It was a narrow passage, with distant torches barely lighting the downward sloping floor. He walked on and on, turning a corner occasionally, before he came to a dead end, but below him, instead of stone floor it was wood. To his left was a small lever on the wall that he reached over, giving a pull. The wooden platform began to rise, and above him the ceiling opened to reveal that the passage took him outside. Once all the way up he stepped off the platform, and it closed behind him as he headed for the forbidden forests, making sure there were no eyes following him as he disappeared into the shadows of the trees-
