Jordan was enjoying talking with his older sisters. He was slightly down that Lola was doing much better than he was, but music was more hobby for him. He loved playing and singing, but he'd have to pull together an entire band to make it anywhere. He wasn't a one man show type of guy. "Oh no, I...
Jordan smiled as his family accepted their gifts, he was glad they all seemed to like the things he got them. He hardly really knew what the girls would like. Being one of the two men in the family at the moment he was greatly out numbered. He waved off the younger girls and sighed internally...
Jordan laughed at his niece while he hugged his older sister. "Of course, you're Matty," he said while reaching out to ruffle up her hair a little bit. He knew there would come a day when she responded more in the line of how Schuyler would respond to that now, attitude filled. To be truthful...
With a pop Jordan was standing behind his older sister and his niece. He had two nieces both were beautiful little girls and he couldn't wait for the day when they'd go to school and learn about magic. The two were hugging each other in front of him and he was sure in a spilt second they'd turn...
Jordan couldn't help but notice that most of the years Prefects were in the Forbidden Forest. And unfortunately none of the people who came were ones he had ever bothered talking too, not that in his seven years he had bothered to talk with many people at all. He preferred to work on his music...
Jordan Vanderhol was the only son of Steven and Csytine Vanderhol. He had two older sisters both who played Professional Quidditch before the one decided owning a shop would be more interesting. But he was years behind both of them, and adopted. It made him sort of the odd Hufflepuff boy in his...
One fine early morning in 1876, there lived three little idiots. They looked dirty because Nick had had bacon and passionfruit juice. Suddenly nothing. Not anything. Nicolas had gone out partying and was singing badly. Destroying thestral inspired songs made pretty ninky-nonks dancing after...
Jordan was never much of a guy to move outside his comfort zone. But when Meera had stumbled upon him he took the opportunity to ask her to the ball. It was his last year after all, he might as well take part in some of the activities around the school. Once he left it wasn't like he would have...
Jordan sighed as he headed towards the Hospital Wing. This time it was not because he had fallen off his broom or got hit by a bludger. This time one of his strings on his guitar broke and got him in the face pretty badly. Of course this wasn't the first time it had happened to him, he was sure...
Jordan was a musician first and foremost, he always would be. It had been apart of his life since before he had become a Vanderhol. He used the sit and play his guitar in the Orphange during play hour. It was the reason his parents choose him. He had been playing his guitar when the Vanderhols...
Jordan watched as the Nurse took care of Kate first. She needed the help more than him, that was for sure. Sipping his pumpkin juice the boy grimaced as he heard the crack from Kate's foot. He was glad he wasn't hurt that badly. He sighed as the Nurse gave him the jar. He was sure his roommates...
Jordan was gla the nurse got to them quickly. He figured all he'd really need was something to dull the pain. He was sure none of his bones near his shoulder were broken. Kate needed a lot attention then he did. Taking the cup he looked down at the medicene knowing it was going to nasty to...
Jordan smiled as the girl spoke. He hadn't ever talked to anyone before who went so fast. It was a good thing his native language was English otherwise he would have been completely confused by anything this girl said. SHe was pretty, had dark hair a lot like the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain...
Jordan head down, walked to the Hospital wing. His shoulder was pretty beat up from his first match against Slytherin. Hufflepuff lost but it had been a good game. He managed to score the first goal. The fifth year was excited to send a letter to his older sisters about the game. Dispite losing...
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