A search for the truth, or underpants gnomes, or whatever...
((OOC: This sockpuppetry brought to you by the Peanut Gallery, and it was eversomuch fun!))
Things had grown quite dull at Hogwarts since Perry had gone back to Sacred Heart, so Jordan was out walking the halls. Even scaring house elves didn't have the thrill it originally did. Shw would have headed back to her room by now were it not for the fact that she was lost. Her frustration was reaching a boiling point when she rounded the corner and saw a small and jittery child peeking cautiously around the corner. Jordan grinned, sensing an opportunity to antagonize someone and make herself feel better.
"Aaagh!" As if on cue, the kid turned back around, saw Jordan, and jumped a foot in the air. "W-who are you?"
"Depends on who you ask. What are you doing anyway?"
"I'm looking for the underpants gnomes. Have you seen them?"
Jordan raised an eyebrow, glaring at the kid. "Underpants gnomes? What the hell are underpants gnomes?"
"They're gnomes, that steal underpants for profit. I mean, don't ask me how they do it, because I asked them, and they said it was step 1: steal underpants. Step 2: ?. and Step 3: Profit.." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a picture of gnomes and handed it to Jordan. She looked at the crudely drawn picture of what this kid called gnomes, and shredded it. Then, she cupped the pieces in her hands, took a deep breath, and blew on them so they scattered around Tweek like snowflakes.
His face fell, and his voice was very quiet. "You don't believe me."
"How could I possibly believe someone with as stupid an idea as that? Are you high on something? Is that why you're so twitchy? Are these gnomes just a figment of your drug-addled imagination?" This kid needed help, and Jordan wasn't usually the type to care about anyone besides herself. Verbally bitchslapping others was just a way of passing time, like some people played board games or drank. It was one of her best skills, and she never let an opportunity go by where she didn't use it.
"No, they're not! They are real! I saw them.."
Suddenly, Jordan looked past Tweek at the wall, eyes wide with shock. "Oh, my god, I see them too. There's three of them." This was as easy as fooling Newbie that first time.
Tweek whirled around, and nothing was there. He could only hear Jordan cackling like a witch behind him.
"You're mean." He answered without turning around.
"And you're stupid. Guess which I'd rather be."
"I don't like you very much."
"I don't care if you like me at all. You probably only made up those stupid gnomes because you don't have any friends."
Finally, he turned back around to face her, an odd look of determination on his face. "Underpants gnomes exist, and I am going to find them. I'm gonna catch one, and then you'll have to admit I'm right."
"I never have to admit anything. Word of advice, though. If you're trying to catch gnomes with your underpants, pick the ones that aren't stained. I imagine that decreases their profit margin." Tweek silently fumed as Jordan headed off in the opposite direction, a big grin on her face.