Come sit by the fire (open)

[ormarr]

When classes were over Ormarr went happily down to his common room glad to be finally done with them. As he dropped with a gratefull sigh into one of the chairs nearest the fire, his whole body seemed to sag, to loose the strength that held it up. With a gusty sigh he masaged his temples a headache had been building all day from various stresses. He stared into the flickering fire, mind running with the information that had been cramed into his mind that day. The dancing flames seemed to speak to him, seemed to tell him something that he didn't know, or maybe even didn't want to know. With a slight groan he sat up slightly and reached for the muggle notebook he always kept with him, spelled to open with the ancient Norse word hulda and the first rune in the runic alphabet. The reason for the extensive locking spells was because he was an author who was semi-famous in both the muggle and wizarding world but he wrote under a pseudonym and didn't want anyone to know the truth. He pulled out the last letter sent to him by his editor reading what she had to say about his work. Great, I'm still bad at grammer. He thought rolling his eyes, One would think that after years of writing essays and books I would be better at grammer then I am. Instead of bieng bitter, he was amused. He grinned as he finished reading the letter, which also included the statistics that had come about the sales of his last book. I'm getting more popular. he thought contentedly, the fact that with each book he got a portion of the sales which he'd then give to his parents so that they had money for the year. His family was poor and barely scrapped by without his writing.

[jazlynn.rose.kerrington]

Jazlynn tossed herself out of a deep sleep when she heard the sound of her cat jump onto her bed. With a sigh she looked up at the clock on the mantle. Again she had slept through classes. She sighed and crawled out of bed. Her hair in a tangled mess and she pulled into into a black bun on the top of her head. She sighed and she pulled on a pair of black sweat pants and a green tank top. She wasn't headed to classes so there was no need for the uniform. She sighed as she grabbed her bag filled with her notebook, a pen, and her wand.

Lazily she walked down the stairs into the common room. She sighed as she saw a boy sitting in her favorite. She was not in the mood for a fight so she decided to just sit in the chair next to his. Her eyes moved around the common room making sure no one else was in there. She wanted to just be alone. Well of course she wasn't completely alone but this boy didn't seem to be a bother. She let out a soft breath as she walked over to the chair.

"May I sit here?"

She asked the rhetorical question. She didn't need his permission so she sat down anyway. She did not want to be bombarded with rude sakes and asshole remarks so she decided to play it nice by trying to start a friendship with the boy. She sighed as she got comfortable in the chair. She pulled her legs up to her chest and smiled to wards him. she was in a giddy mood and was hoping he wouldn't be an ass to her.

"Hello I'm Jazlynn Rose, but you can call me Jazzy, or Jazz, or anything you please"

[ormarr]

Ormarr was jerked from his thoughts when someone spoke, and looked up blinking at the girl who sat down next to him. He shrugged his shoulders, he was to busy to put up a fight and if she insisted on seeing what he was doing then he could always switch to reading a book, like his History of Magic text. He looked up when she spoke again, raising an eye brow. "Nice to meet you Jazlynn," He said, politely, "My name's Ormarr Ketilsson, I don't have any nicknames." He offered a small smile before turning back to his story picking up the muggle pen he used to write his stories and knawed on the end lightly, before starting a new letter, this one to the person who'd type up the story for the Muggle world, while he was a Pure-blood, the fact his family was really poor and the only job his father had been able to get was at a Muggle bookstore he'd grown up using Muggle items. He knew that in order to reach a wider audience he'd have to write towards the Muggles also. Pulling out a stray sheet of paper, he began to write, "If you find any grammer errors make the changes you see fit, send it back to me in red so I can check it out." Looking at Jazlynn, he said, "I don't think you're in my year, so what year are you in? Out of curiosity of course, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." He flushed at his ineloquent words, he thought he'd be used to forming sentances that sounded like they made sense, oh well what ever, as long as his words made sense in his books he didn't care.

[jazlynn.rose.kerrington]

Jaz giggled slightly at the use of her full name. She thought it was funny and strange. She smiled at him as he offered up his name. She was interested in his name. A slightly and intriguing smile crept upon her face. She looked around as if to push away the constant smiles. She had slept all day and was in a seemingly grand mood. She sighed as her thoughts traveled to many places besides the one she was in. She sighed and was pushed back into the real world where she was sitting by the fire with a boy.

"Nice to meet you Ormarr....."

She sighed as she thought of what kind of friendship this little excursion. She was excited that she was meeting some one new. She just hoped he was excited on meeting her as well. She sighed as he was speechless for awhile and it got her thinking again. Randomly about different odd and end things. mainly how she had missed yet another day of classes. She was bound to be noticed at some point in time by her professors. She sighed and then looked back over as he spoke to her again. This time her year was brought up.

"I'm a sixth year. Just turned sixteen."

She replied and then figured it was her turn to ask a new friendship question. She hated the awkward moments when just meeting someone and hoped he would become a good friend or at the very least a friends in general. She sighed as she pondered a question to ask him. She then realized he was writing. That was her favorite pass time. She loved writing story's and such. She then wondered why he was using a muggle pen. She was used to these as well. She used the same thing to write most of her stories. She smiled and spoke again.

"If you don't mind me asking. What are you writing? I love to write stories and poetry and well anything you can think of to write."

[ormarr]

Ormarr closed his book, feeling that she wanted to talk, he couldn't afford having her accidentally read what he was writing and then remembering it later. When he wasn't feeling passive-agressive, he found he liked hanging out with people, meeting new people, when he was feeling passive-agressive, it varried depending on the situation. "I'm writing a story, but I really don't like it." he said, smiling broader when she said she liked to write also. "Unfortunantly I hate my finished products so no one ever reads them." That was partially true, it had been his mother who'd sent his first book to the publishers, he was still surprised that he was well liked. Personally some of the stuff he wrote he thought was bad, but if other people liked it and it brought in money then he was fine with it. It sometimes felt like a dream to him even now. "What genres are your favorite?" he asked intrigued, "Do you also like to read or do you just like to write?" The words seemed to rush together piling on top of eachother as if wanting to get out first, just as interested and eager as he was. None of his friends liked writing as much as he did, to them writing was something of a chore, only to be done when it was required of them in which ever format that was in, either by writing letters or essays for their classes, he'd never really had a chanct to talk about writing with anyone who didn't know his penname and it intrigued him, wondering what the conversation would be like.

[jazlynn.rose.kerrington]

She watched him as he closed the book and then eagerly begin to talk. As soon as he asked a question another came out. She smiled brightly glad she had finally sparked his interest. She wondered why he was eager to talk to her about writing, she knew it was the most popular of things to do around hogwarts but then again she also didn't know any one other then her to actually enjoy writing. She sighed deep into the chair as if to think of her answers to his questions. She had let her mind wander again and she knew it wasn't right. She sighed as she looked at him, he looked like a child on Christmas eagar for her to answer. She smiled brightly and began one question at a time. She processed the first and replied.

"I love to write horror and mystery. As long as someone dies."

She smiled towards him hoping he would catch the last part as a joke. She really wasn't morbid or anything she just enjoyed the point of view. She sighed and processed the next question. Did she like to read as much as she enjoyed writing? Who was her favorite author even? Did she even have one? She sighed as the littler questions can after the big one in her mind. She sighed and looked over at him smiling again.

"I love to read almost as much as i love to write. What about you?"

She asked trying to get to know her knew friend better. She sighed as she looked up. Some people popping in and out of the portal were making their ways either to bed or to a make out session in the dorms. She sighed and then looked back at this boy. In her mind she tossed his appearance around. He had beautiful eyes and nice hair. She sighed as she continued to toss his image around in her brain.