Joce was always glad when he sat with her. She had sat at his table a time or two, but they both knew she didn't like to get into trouble, although if she had to get into trouble, she would prefer it be for doing something like that for him than for some other reason. Ed was very different from her in many ways, and that was just one of them. He was artsy where she was studious and would probably tell you that she couldn't draw a decent picture to save her life. She hated to get into trouble where he was not only used to it, but sometimes could be mischievous. He had a lot of reasons in his life to be sad so he was often sullen where she tended to always be upbeat and positive no matter what was going on in her life. They were a strange pair, opposite on many accounts, yet they fit together perfectly.<br/><br/>"Of course." she laughed a little at his comment about having to meet professor Snape at seven, although his name for the professor was far more amusing. "Don't have too much fun with that." she teased with a light smile before she went back to eating her food as lady-like as possible while effectively inhaling it as she always did. Sadly lunch didn't last long and then they were off to Herbology.<br/><br/>The day seemed to go by pretty fast and before she knew it her Arithmancy class was finished and she was done for the day. She packed her stuff back into her bag and made a stop in the dorms to drop off her books and change into something more comfortable. After she had changed she grabbed her bag, which now contained a small journal and another locked book that contained many things she had written over the years, from songs to poems to short stories. She closed the bag, tossed it over her shoulder, then headed down to the lake.<br/><br/>Ed hadn't arrived yet, but that didn't truly surprise her. He had never been one to show up too early. He was usually on time, but rarely early, and sometimes late when he got caught up with something and lost track of time. She wrote in her journal for a time while she waited and he still hadn't shown up, so she took to skipping rocks across the water while she contemplated her current situation and how to explain it to Ed when he did get here.<br/><br/>After nearly an hour he finally showed up in a full run before skidding to a halt, trying to explain why he was late while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. She laughed and shook her head a little. "It's fine. I figured it was something like that." she gave a small smile before gesturing for him to sit with her. "At least you didn't try to tell me you were actually doing the homework. That would have been a little harder to believe." she was teasing him and it was obvious in the smile she gave him before leaning back slightly as he settled in, leaning against the tree.<br/><br/>"Right, so you asked me yesterday what was going on." she hesitated a moment, trying to decide how to even begin. "I just found out the other night that I'm adopted." she got straight to it and sighed, pulling her legs up close to her chest and resting her chin on them. "Apparently my birth mother gave me up because I was a mistake, the product of one night she spent with someone when she was actually with someone else, who evidently didn't like whoever my father was." she went on, talking perhaps a little faster than she meant to. "Not only that, but she's dead now. Oh, and she also happens to be none other than Lily Potter." she stopped briefly to take a breath before she went on full speed. "And I have no idea who my father is. Although, I kind of sort of have a suspicion of who it might be, but you're not going to like it." she finally looked up at him hesitantly, a hint of worry in her eyes.<br/><br/>"What if it's Snape? I mean, he was friends with her and he liked her, plus he and James hated each other." she was thinking out loud now and there was an obvious hint of anxiety in her voice. "Why didn't she tell him? Why did she give me up to strangers? At least I could have known my father... I..." she paused and sighed heavily. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to dump on you or freak out I just don't know what to think." she looked up at him somewhat sadly. "Why didn't they tell me?" she asked sadly, although she knew he didn't know the answer any more than she did and she didn't expect an answer, it was more of a rhetorical question than anything, but she had to ask.