Back at the bar.. (Open to Ravenclaw)

[sacredharpie]

There was a loud thump as Jordan slammed her door shut. In the length of time since the Secrets Board fiasco, she'd kept herself sequestered in her room with a stack of spellbooks and scared house elves brought her food. Whenever she wasn't studying, she was sleeping, eating, or bitching. Only so much time could be spent in seclusion, and she needed some alcohol. For some reason, the elves wouldn't bring her any anymore. Couldn't have anything to do with the fact she spun one around in the air when she got drunk, now could it? Nah.

Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she headed down the stairs, taking a seat at the far end of the bar. Hopefully, she could get inebriated and gone without talking to too many people, or certain people at all. Reaching behind the bar, she grabbed a bottle at random, pouring a glass and downing it. She was more leisurely with her second glass, merely sipping it.

(Been busy, but Jordan's back, sort of. Feel free to say hi..)