Jordan giggled at his antics, "You are such a nerd."
                          
"So I've been told." He rolls his eyes. 
                          
"Don't worry Michael," Jordan puts a hand on his arm, "I love your geeky tendencies." She teases with a smile that glows in the darkness of the library. 
                          
The boy looks to her, prepared to ask her the mimicking question, although his words got stuck in his throat as their eyes met. Her words lingering in the air above them as he examines the girl. Her softly curled lips, her fair skin decorated with delicate freckles, her naturally curling eyelashes that frame her deep green eyes. She has eyebrows that perfectly shape her face and crazy curly locks that hang messily in a copper-red colour. Her short stature brings more definition and fullness to her figure as her clothing fits slightly oversized in way that brings Michael's lips to curl. 
                          
Jordan watches him, watching her in admiration. She can't quite place the look he has in his eyes, it's a foreign and distant feeling that lingers in the back of her mind as he reaches his hand out to tuck a fallen lock of red hair back into place on her head. 
                          
Michael seems to delay, instead of bringing his hand back to his side it hangs at the side of Jordan's face, still holding the lock of hair. 
                          
Thoughts spun in Jordan's mind, wondering what the intentions of the boy were. Whatever kept the two from a moment like this in the past, seemed to be a distant memory as Michael sat with her in that moment. She quarreled with the possibility of the Ravenclaw boy finally being ready to be something more than friends.  
                          
Jordan reaches up to his hand with her own, holding his wrist without breaking their gazes that intertwined between them. The moment however, is lost when her long sleeve slips, revealing the ring she had received from her parents. 
                          
Michael seems to trip over his breath as his hand drops from her face and grips her wrist where the green ring holds onto her pointer finger. Jordan swallows hard when the boy doesn't speak a work, but instead stares at the simple piece of jewelry she had been given only the previous night.
                          
The brown haired boy squints through his glasses, he recognizes the ring distinctly; it is the mark of a Slytherin fully devoted to a cause, even if that cause leads to death. He studied it in Astronomy as there were myths that each ring was named after a star when they were originally made, although very few others would recognize it as anything besides a mark of an allegiance. He's seen it been paraded by witches and wizards of every house ever since he had first joined Hogwarts, but never expected to see it on the hand of Jordan Fraser.
                          
"Jordan," He finally spoke, looking up to her with flashing concern. "Where did you get this? Do you have any idea what this is?"
                          
All Jordan could manage to respond with was a shrug, surprised by the boy's sudden interest in a simple silver ring.
                          
"It was from your parent's wasn't it?" He guessed correctly.
                          
"Well, yes. But I don't know what it's for exactly." She wasn't technically lying, she truthfully didn't know what the allegiance was for, or what she was expected to do. She made no effort to say anything but the truth, for she knew she couldn't lie to him. It was a quality he picked up shortly after they had met; no matter how good she thought she was at hiding the truth, he always saw right through her.
                          
He seemed to see the truth in her words as he speaks quietly and carefully, "Whatever they want you to do, Jordan, don't do it. This is some dark stuff you're playing with."
                          
Jordan furrowed her brows slightly, "I know what I'm doing, Michael. And besides, you have no right to make decisions for me." Annoyance flashed briefly in the redhead. She already had Willow monitoring all of her movements with Draco, now Jordan had to worry about Michael lecturing her over a ring. The ring her parents had sent her, the only olive branch they've extended in the last three years; it was the chance she had been waiting for to restore her parents faith in her. 
                          
Jordan drew away minutely from the Ravenclaw boy, but brown brows furrowed as his sharp eyes caught the motion. A tension settled between the blooming couple, rooting itself firmly in the space that separated them. 
                          
Things are changing. The words sprung up quickly in Jordan's head, and she did not try to stomp them. She was changing into something bigger. Something better. Their friendship could not stay the way it was, but it was seeming like Michael just couldn't keep up. If he would not try to keep her, than she certainly would not aim to be kept, especially from her full potential.
                          
Michael needed to change with her, or Jordan would be forced to leave him behind. 
                          


                          


                          


                          
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