A Simple Tune

[Jordan Trace Vanderhol]

Jordan sighed as he finished his homework in his dorm room. It was boring work being a fifth year and he did not enjoy it at all. He couldn't wait till the year and tests were over, he was sure that most of the things he was learning would help him later in life. Sure he'd used magic but he prefered the muggle life and the life there. He wanted to be a Musician he was sure of that, and of course he could be famous in the Magic world but he'd get bigger crowds in the Muggle. The boy was actually sure if he went into music he'd do music in both worlds. Prehaps he'd make more money that way. Pushing back from the desk he was sitting at the boy looked over at his guitat and felt the need to go and play. His roommates wouldn't like it if he played here, he knew that. Despite how good he may be it was evening and they were still at their desks working. He would let them work in quietness.

Picking up his guitar that was snug in his case the boy headed from his Common Room. He was a Hufflepuff and the house seemed to fit him perfectly. He was quiet boy, a people watcher and a guitar player. He did not actually have many friends in the school. He barely spoke to anyone. It was his own doing of not having friends. He kept in the background. However this year he tried out for the Quidditch team and he actually made it. With help from his older sisters. Both were Professional Quidditch players. Well one was no longer she had a child and a shop to care for instead. A smile appeared on his lips as the teen thought of his little niece. She was adorable and he had a picture of the girl next his bed, along with the rest of his adoptive family.

Walking into the Corridors it did not take him long to get to the Abandoned Classrooms. He set up in one of the rooms and pulled out his guitar and went through his tuning process and began to play a simple song he wrote that he truely liked and was proud of. Jordan wrote the song on a whim and he hadn't really wrote it about or to anyone in particular. But the young teen could not wait till the day he had a muse for his songs.

Out of Character:

The Song

 

[Lola Caracola]

Lola had her wand behind her ear and her curly hair in a pony tail this day. It meant she was working. She did sometimes settle down and do her homework when she needed to and today she needed to because she was falling a bit behind. Not enough to make her really worry but enough to know that it was time for her spot goofing around. Lola had her transfiguration notes in her hands so she could look them over while walking. She was looking for a way to combat her ADD/ADHD without having to take pills that made her feel as if she where on a cloud. She hated that feeling. Even though she felt like she was about explode sometimes from all the energy that she had in her body it was better than feeling like she wanted to sleep all the time. Some would say that she needed to calm down but calmness just wasn't her. Lola walked and read when suddenly she heard a tune coming from the abandoned classroom. ADD kicked in as she completely forgot what she was doing with the papers in her hand as she walked in to see a rather handsome boy singing and playing the guitar. She started to move her hips to the music which made her skirt flair up. She listened to the lyrics and noted that they where a bit down but bright at the same time.

It was a curious thing that she liked. She didn't want the boy to stop so she just kept moving without joining in because even she had to admit that she couldn't sing to save her life. Lola put her notes down on a table so that she could move her arms a little bit to the beat. When the song ended she finally broke the silence and clapped her hands. "If you wrote that I think your really smart." She said brightly. Though some of the lyrics where something that she couldn't relate to a lot. Lola had been a little self conscious when she had been younger because she could do strange things that she couldn't explain but after she had found out that she was a witch all that doubt had gone out the window. She knew the cause of her strangeness and had met people that where like her in that respect so there wasn't a reason for her to doubt herself anymore. but she knew that other people did.

"My name is Lola by the way Lola Caracola. Your a Hufflepuff right I think I saw you out on the Quidditch pitch." She said. She had been there being a one woman cheering section for Hufflepuff because she didn't like the Slytherin team all that much. She liked some Slytherins and one of them was even her friend she didn't like the team. They seemed like a real unfriendly bunch. "I really like your song." She said with a grin.

 

[Jordan Trace Vanderhol]

Jordan was so into his song he hadn't even heard to girl come in or putting her papers on a desk. This was odd given the fact that he was quite a listener. His song was true to his heart though he hadn't ever had anyone to sing it about. Or for. Not many came down to this part of the castle and heard him play. Otherwise he would never get a moment for just himself and his music. The boy loved to play his guitar. He did most days, and most days the boy would rather be in this dingy room then in an actual classroom. He moved with his music from the seat he had taken on top of an old desk. He had start there many times and it hadn't ever given out on him, so the boy believed it wouldn't now anyways.

When he finished the song he paused in his movements to enjoy the silence. However he was surprised when he heard clapping. Jumping from the desk with guitar in hand he looked for the intruder. It was a girl, a Gryffindor. They had classes together, he reconized her, he reconized everyone. Though Jordan could not for the life of him in this moment of surprise remember her name. The boy calmed down listened to the words the girl spoke and felt a blush rising in his cheeks. "I did write it, a while ago," he spoke softly.

No Jordan Vanderhol was not shy. He was just a quiet boy, his adoptive parents had seen that in him and gave him chance. He thanked them for taking him from the Orphanage. It had been a place of misery for him. But he was happier, better now that he had a loving family by his side. He even had a little niece who called him Unc Jord, or something along those lines. "Jordan Vanderhol, and yeah I am. I play as a Chaser for the team," he said to the girl, Lola. He reconized the name and her face now that she said it. She was pretty but he knew there seemed to be love in the air for her already. Jordan knew almost everything going on.

 

[Lola Caracola]

Lola clapped her hands happily. "That's really amazing. And your lyrics would hit anyone in the heart. I listen mostly to things like X Rx or Rasputina I love her work especially one called Leech Wife. It's kinda dark but it's has a bouncy tune to it so I like it. I won't submit you to my cat screech of a singing but if you want I could find you a disk." She said going at what seemed a mile a minute. Combine her meeting a musician with the joy she got from meeting someone new and you had a malatove cocktail of energy that was bubbling up inside Lola. She too had seen him in class but she was much too into what she was thinking in class to recognize the name. She did know that he was new though because she hadn't seen his face before. "Oh I saw that as well. Do you hurt from that bludger still or was it taken care of for you?" She asked genuine concern in her eyes. She cared about people a lot. To the point where she would happily give her own clothes to someone that had none because she felt that they needed them more. She was this way because she had younger brothers that she cared for with all her heart and would do anything for. She knew that her brothers and sisters above her would starve themselves if it meant that Lola and her younger brothers could eat.

Her mother and father had gone hungry in San Salvador for them at one point but that hadn't lasted long because her older siblings told her that all of them had pitched in and started selling things in order make things work again. "Either way you where really good out there so I hope to see out there again. Especially looking forward to seeing how fair again Gryffendor. We're good you know." She said as a slight tease. She never really put one team over another when she had friends on the team. She did make sure that Gryffendor knew that she was with them the whole way but if the other team won there was no hard feelings. Lola sat down on one of the old desks and crossed her long legs. At least she had learned to do that over her time here.

Her style had been jeans for the longest time and since she was one of the only three girls in a family of ten she it had taken her some time to realize that she wasn't supposed to sit with her legs apart. "I would have gone out for the Gryffendor team but I keep forgetting when tryouts are and I like foot ball more. Well football as it's known all over the world. Not hand ball like American Football if you know the difference. If you don't then I have just lost you and I'm sorry about that." Lola said giggling softly. She had some muggleborn friends so they knew about football soccer but whenever she talked about muggle sports with her Wizarding friends they always gave her the blankest look like she had been born on another planet but then again she had been born to muggles so it worked out to be almost the same.

 

[Jordan Trace Vanderhol]

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 Kate Moon. But Jordan knew Kate was dating some Stefan boy in her year that had dropped out of school a few years back. The two only just began speaking again over the past Winter Holiday between years. "Most music is good for me," he told her in his whispher of a voice. Lola was full of energy, Jordan was calm as a clam. "I went to the Hospital Wing," he told her putting his guitar down on a desk. It did not seem likely to him that he'd be playing for awhile. Not while Lola was talking away, but he didn't mind. He had seen her around but she never seemed to be the center of gossip so he didn't know much of her. "I have a bruise on the better half of my shoulder and back, but the remedies they gave me make it so I don't feel the pain so much," he finished looking about the room. The bruise was a nasty looking thing, but he was glad the pain was gone.

Jordan nodded her head to his compliment. He didn't feel like admitting to the girl that it had been his first game. He had done pretty well, but it had been a lot of luck on his part. He hoped the Gryffindors wouldn't be out for blood like the Slytherins. He wasn't sure Kate Moon would be able to handle another game just the same. Gryffindor was good. They won eighty to zero against Ravenclaw. He silently hoped that they could play Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor this year. Watching the dark haired girl sit down on a desk he wondered why she had been down here. Typically no one came to this small section of the castle. Most of the house elfs let the dust build up here because of it.

The boy being a boy, and one already almost done with puberity could not help himself. His eyes looked the girl up and down quickly from her dangling legs to the hair on top of her head. Lola was not bad looking at all, the Hufflepuff decided. Being a loner, Jordan never had the time to really talk with anyone, let alone girls. And someone coming into his room while he was playing was completely new to him. "I'm a Kiwi," he told her as she went on about Football. He knew she didn't mean the American sport. But he did find it funny that she hadn't been able to place his accent. Leaning back on the desk Jordan put one of his hands behind him as support to hold himself up. His mind wandered for a second and her wondered where Auden was. She was this pretty fourth year Hufflepuff. He saw her a lot in the Common Room. Jordan hadn't ever talked to her before, but he did have the feeling that a few of his lonely boy songs were because of her.