Introductions

Hullo! I need to post some OOC stuff to clear my head, before I can properly start this journal.

My name is Abby Ufford. I'm 21 years old, newlywed, and planning on becoming a mommy in the next year. My husband and I work for the same company, but right now he's working and I'm laid off for a few weeks while we sort through some more contracts, so I've found myself with a lot of time on my hands during the day.

So, in addition to cleaning, cooking, reading, and practicing the violin, I joined a RolePlay site called Hogwarts Online. I've done these before and haven't really stuck to them, and I'm determined to make this one my HP home. (The last one I was in was very...clique-ey. After several weeks of trying to fit in, my character and I could no longer hack it. All the other girls in my dorm were realistically 8 years younger than me.) This new site is BIG. And seems to be decently active. I really want to make a home here, especially if I'll be getting a lot of computer time.

So Jordan was born. She's 10 years old at the moment, her birthday is November 13, 1998. She has clear blue eyes and curly brown hair. Having been out of Rping for so long, I've created a journal for her so she and I can adjust to creative typing again. It's been a while. She just arrived at the school, but Fall Term is already under way, so she and I are at a loss trying to figure out what to do with ourselves. The school is so big! Anywho, I suppose I should let her tell you....

I'm scared.

There. I've said it. I never considered myself a fraidy cat, and here I am, scared and miserable and cold.

That's not a good way to start my school journal. My Dad gave this book before I left--so he and Mom could one day read all about my adventures. One day.

My name is Jordan Bard. I have a mother and a father, and no siblings. I'm ten years old, but I'll be eleven next month! I have brown hair that is frustratingly curly, no matter what I try and do to it.

My mom is a concert violinist. She plays in a small orchestra, even though she's good enough to play solo. She's too terrified. She jokes around with me and tells me it's because she wouldn't get to travel with her friends, but after feeling all this fear, myself, I know. She's scared.

My dad is a journalistic photographer, and likes to take snapshots of people in various states of health, wealth, and mood. He's a cheerful, optimistic person, very unlike me, but he's my best friend.

They both travel for their work, which means either I am travelling with them (which I like), or I am sent to a boarding school so someone can keep an eye on me. Sometimes they hire a nanny for the summer and let me stay home. It makes me proud to feel like the head of the house, but it's a lonely life, mostly. I don't have any friends my age.

This past summer, my nanny and I were eating breakfast, when a letter arrived for me--for me! I've been accepted to Salazar Academy, and I get to learn magic! It's pretty exciting. Some other day I'll explain how we should have known I was different, but we never saw it coming. :)

My parents were unable to get me here before Fall Term started, but unable to keep me at home until Winter Term. So I am here, but not in any classes. This school is too large. I've wandered around and gotten lost too many times to count, already. Last night I spent curled up next to a wheezy suit of armor in one of the halls, and shivered my way through the night. I don't know where my dorm is, and haven't gotten a chance to ask anyone to take me there.

There is a program that will pair me up with someone who will get me used to this school. I just have to wait patiently.

Until then, I've found my way outside to this willow tree, where I can write and be scared and not feel like I'm floating away.

Now, though, the sun is out and I'm going to watch the birds fly overhead and relax, before making another stab at finding my way around.

I'll write more later!