Hello hello hello, my darlings. And how are we? Good? Good! Well, this is pointless. Onto the chapter!

Creaky stairs give away all hopes of a quiet entrance, so the screaming stairs that Alicia was trying to make her way up to the slightly infamous Jordan. There really was no need to knock on the door on the top of the stairs, there was no way Jordan hadn't heard.

Nevertheless, Alicia knocked on the old brown door. The door squeaked open, making a louder noise than all the stairs, so there is a chance that Jordan was just deaf.

"Jordan?" Alicia questioned when a young woman with her shirt half way buttoned up, her blond hair mussed, and her short legs barely covered at all by her skirt.

"Nope, Jordan's in back. Come in, I guess. I was just leaving." the woman snorted, grabbing her purse and walking out. Alicia returned the snort with a look, which was completely ignored by the blond hussy. Then she figured, 'what the hell?' and simply walked into the flat.

It was dingy, to say the least. Blue wallpaper was slowly peeling off the walls, and the furniture looking older than the building it sat in. The small kitchen that was just steps from the door, looked unused. The couch, however looked like it had seen too much use.

"Kelly, babe, dont go--oh." that was Jordan? It couldn't be. This supposed Jordan was...too tall, too strong, too...male.

"Sorry, Kelly, or I'm guessing she was Kelly, just left. I'm Alicia. I'm a friend of Katie, or Katerina." Alicia managed to speak, but how she was able to do that while staring this Jordan in face with the most confused expression was a mystery.

His shirt was so worn that it was almost see through, a t-shirt supporting some band from the 80's. His jeans had rips, and it didn't seem that they were bought that way. His hair was up in a faux hawk, and by the look of it, his hair did that by years of habit.

"I'm sorry to barge in like this, but were you in foster care with Katie?" Stop staring, stop staring. You shouldn't have assumed that Jordan was a girl.

"Yeah, I watched out for her." He has familiar eyes. Where have I seen those eyes?

"I heard you were her best friend." Holy. Crap.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Now, I know you have no idea who I am, and the following is going to freak you out a bit, but go with it. Katie got adopted at age five, yes?"
"Yes..." Jordan looked a little off set by this.

"And then, about age nine, started coming to visit the foster home, right?"

"Right..."

"And stopped coming at all around age fourteen, and you haven't seen her since, correct?"

"Okay, who the hell are you?" Jordan finally demanded, not looking too pleased.

Alicia took a deep breath and got ready to do more explaining than she ever had done in her life, even more than when she was still in school and ratted out the twins to save her own skin.

"My name is Alicia Spinett. I went to school with Katie, or Katerina. Something you didn't do because of foster care. I noticed that it's rare for students in situations like that to be able to go to Hogwarts, probably because of financial needs. I'm a year older than Katie, and I guess that could explain why I was such an oblvious git, like when I didn't notice Katie had such a terrible life. I suspect she started going back at age nine because she didn't have the greatest life with her adopted family. Now, what age did you two start having sex?"

That question caught Jordan by surprise, even more than every other strange thing Alicia had done since she first entered his home.

"Oh, wow. Uh, I was fifteen, and she was, uh, thirteen. It's not sick! I know it seems bad, but it's really not. We weren't really foster brother and sister because that woman wasn't our mum. We were just stuck in the same house, so we bonded. Most of the kids were younger than us, so she relied on me, and I needed her to keep me sane. We fell in love," he paused there to get a fag from his pocket and light it, taking a long drag, "the way that no one else can. It's this bond we have. We've been through the same hell, we both have harsh pasts. No one else could relate to us."

"Did you have a future planned?" Alicia's voice cracked, but she wasn't sure why. The question made Jordan smile at a memory, and under a different circumstance, it would have made Alicia smile, too. But there was just something about this whole situation that didn't let her smile. But she had to ask. Katie always had plans for the next day, even though she didn't know what to do in the future.

"Yeah, we were going to live in St. Ive's. On the coast. It wouldn't matter if we used magic or not. And we'd adopt kids. I know, I don't really look like the type. Hell, I've done my fair of drugs, and I know she has too, but we were gonna adopt every kid we could. We would of had a home. Not just for those kids, but for us, too."

"Would have?"

"It's kinda hard to live with a person you haven't seen since you were sixteen."

"You don't know why?"

"Should I?"

Alicia couldn't speak. She couldn't say anything for a moment.

"You have dark eyes." she finally whispered, confusing him even more. "And dark hair." she finished. "Thank you for your help, I have to go."

Alicia ran out the flat's door, down the stairs, into the bar.

She didn't say goodbye to Billy, and he probably didn't see her. The drunk girls were gone.

Alicia ran home, and threw up.