[b]Jordan Mason[/b]

Jordan gave them a nervous smile. Having both the headmaster and deputy headmaster speak to her was intimidating. "I'm sure Hagrid will find it to be a very pleasant surprise, sirs. I'll keep my lips sealed," she promised them, fixing her glasses' position on her nose yet again. "I'll be heading to his class now. If you'll excuse me." She gave them a polite bow before she scurried off. While she wasn't one to run away like a coward... Okay, well she was, but that wasn't what was important. She was in her final year. This was her last chance to make something of herself. While others were attempting to become the next Quidditch stars or mastering spells, Jordan had been drowning in a mountain of books. It wouldn't do, and she was afraid that the headmaster and deputy headmaster would see how much of a failure she'd been.

She breathed out a sigh of relief as soon as she was a healthy distance away from the two. Maybe her cowardly retreat hinted to them her patheticness, but she needed to regroup herself. She ran a hand down her arms where the headmaster had squeezed earlier. He was a man Jordan greatly admired. His knowledge far exceeded that of anyone she'd ever known, and he made something of himself. He became the headmaster of such a prestigious school. Jordan smiled to herself. She'd be just like him one day, maybe not a headmaster, but someone just as great. She saw some of her fellow Ravenclaws and called out to them. They were heading to Hagrid's class as well.