Jordan Trace Vanderhol
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 283
- OOC First Name
- Steph.
- Sexual Orientation
- Ladies Typically
- Wand
- Ash Wand 14 1/4 Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn
- Age
- 2/2016
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 he had little marks all over from old strings breaking whenever he tightened them to much. It was a pretty scary thing, just about the only thig that could actually make the teenage boy jump. He knew pain would come if the metal string caught his flesh. Holding a towel to his face Jordan made his way into the giant Hospital wing. It almost seemed weird to him that the wing was so large when barely anyone was ever there.
Sitting down in a chair the boy waited for the nearby nurse to help him. Of course Jordan needed a lot more help in life then just the cut on his face from his guitar. It almost seemed like his guitar was acting bad on purpose to get him to go out and speak to others more. Which was an odd thing for Jordan Trace Vanderhol. The quiet people watcher of his year. The boy knew just about all the gossip going around school, as people would forget he was there and he would overhear everything. Yet no one knew anything about him.
Sitting down in a chair the boy waited for the nearby nurse to help him. Of course Jordan needed a lot more help in life then just the cut on his face from his guitar. It almost seemed like his guitar was acting bad on purpose to get him to go out and speak to others more. Which was an odd thing for Jordan Trace Vanderhol. The quiet people watcher of his year. The boy knew just about all the gossip going around school, as people would forget he was there and he would overhear everything. Yet no one knew anything about him.