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Name: Ireland Cristo

Age: 15

House: Slytherin

Heritage: pureblood

History: she comes from very old money, her father is the Count of Monte Cristo (i love that movie sorry), her mother was a chiefs daughter in Africa. She is the only child and her parents have spoiled her rotten. She has no problem throwing her money around and flaunting it

Personality: She has a acid tongue and sharp, sarcastic wit. She has the energy of a pitbull when she is pushed. She doesn't let her emotions be known and she likes to keep to herself. She isn't a chatter box. She has a tight circle of friends, and its hard to get in if you aren't already. She is third in command after Bellatrix. She is as devoted to Tom as Bellatrix is.

Appearance: She is 5'ft tall with long brown hair, well she likes to change her hair color to match whatever mood she is in. She has the family crest tattooed on her shoulder, and her nose is pierced.

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ok lets get this party started

Can I be Moaning Myrtle?

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I could Triple up if that helps

Name: Myrtle H.

House: Ravenclaw

Heritage: Muggleborn

History: Myrtle is a very pessimistic girl, who doesn't socialize very much, and spends most of her time alone, in the girls' bathroom, crying over nothing.

Appearance: She is short, with black hair tied into two ponytails, and big, round glasses.

occ: ok we are going to start, if anyone wants to jump in PM ME! with a bio and then just get in on the fun!

Irish walked back into the common room. Her honey brown hair, that she streaked with red was was pulled into a tight ponytail on the top of her head that made her hair fan out behind her. Her ponytail was held in place with a platinum clip that was studded with emeralds and rubies. She was wearing a tight fitting emerald green robe and green ballet slippers with actual emeralds at the toes. Her light makeup was flawless

Her light brown eyes quickly scanned around the room and saw a few friends and few enemies. Her bag was stuffed full of books, she was studying for her O.W.L.S and she had been in the practice area working on a few charms for the practical part of the exam.

She sat down in her personally favorite chair right by the fire. She pulled off her robe to reveal a silver ribbed tank top and green skirt. She didn't like wearing the school uniform everyday.

Anthony walked into the the common as if he owned it. he pulledoffhis schoolrobe revealing his wrinkle free uniform the dayof classes ws over and he looked just as flawlessly dressedas he had that morning when he dressed his tie was still knotted perfectly around his neck where as most of the guys had loosened or removed theirs completely. he lounged back on oneo te empty sofas and opened his ancient ruins book to study.

Myrtle ran into the Girls' Bathroom, away from all the Slytherins.
"Why me?" she wondered, "Why did I have to be Muggleborn? Why did I have to poor? Why couldn't I be in Slytherin?"

Not that she didn't like Ravenclaw. It was just that...she was always bullied by the Slytherins. If she was in Slytherin, they wouldn't bully her.

Myrtle sat down. She felt someone was watching her. Turning around, she saw nobody there.

Irish watched Anthony walk into the common room. He was so pompus, it made her sick. She raised an eyebrow as he sat down and looked around as if he owned the place. "Good evening Anthony," she said with a fake smile on her face. She did not like the boy but Tom kept him around for some reason.

Myrtle crossed her arms and frowned. Tom Riddle was the biggest problem of all. They said he was planning an attack on all Muggleborns. And she knew he would attack her first. He couldn't stand her crying. How wierd...what kind of person hates crying?

Anthony heard his name and looked up to see irish smiling at him from across the room. " good evening Ireland." he answered he was pretty sure the smile on her face wasnt for real but a front. she couldnt stand him but there weren't many who did. in his opinon those people weren't worth his time but non the less she as pretending to be civil so why not pretend back.

Anger flickered across her face as Anthony purposely called her by the wrong name, he did that more often then Irish would have let anyone else get away with. But Tom strictly told her to leave him alone. "Oh, it has been pleasant enough." She said in a sugary voice. "How are your studies getting along?"

She looked over at Elizabeth and gave her a real smile, "Hello Liz. No I just started," she motioned for her to join in her study session.

Irish sat up straighter in her chair. She seemed to always want to be perfect around him. He didn't like things to be out of order and her wrath was sinister. She didn't want to be on the receiving end of it either. "Hello Tom," She breathed watching him stride across the room. "Do you need me to get you anything?" She would do anything that he asked of her.

She was dying to know if she had gotten an invitation. She heard his parties always had interesting famous people. She as hurt that she hadn't gotten one before. Her father was a Count and she rather thought that she would have been an obvious invitee to one of his parties.