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Post by Jordan Lane on Sept 15, 2007 0:38:20 GMT -6
It being just past midnight all of the students were suppose to be sleeping. And normally Jordan would be in his dorm doing just that. Only there was something that was really bothering him. Walking in the common room he saw that no one was there. Taking a seat in front of the fire that was mostly gone, he sat with a letter in his hand.
Starring at the flickering fire he sat in silence not really paying attention to his surrounds. In his hands was the worst letter he had ever received. It was news of his grandmothers death. He was still in shock and denial and had spent most of the days lately alone and angry. Sighing he sat back, looking around the room.
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