lol we are NOT!!... ok maybe a little but its not my fault!

Anyways as soon as I get my question answered Ill put up a bio!

Alright!!! Im posting my bio!!!

Name: Cole Mauder
Age:17
Date of Birth: July 16th
Bloodline: Pure
Hair: Dark, short and straight
Eyes: Big Brown Puppy dog looking eyes
height: 5'9
Appearance:

Personality: Cole is a great guy. He is usually known as the protector. He is loyal to all his friends but when one of them are in trouble, he is there to help. His many friends look up to him but he isnt perfect(lol) his spells arent perfect and he struggles with many of them. To help with this, He studies in his room for long periods of time. He wants to be ready.. for anything.

His head is always somewhere else thinking about fighting with many spells. That is one reason he is such a good protector because he goes over the senerios over and over in his head.

He has many friends though and is quite popular. His girlfriend is usally at his side. He usually has a smile on his face and bubbly all the same, His friends are everyone excpet the Slytherin croonies. Cole doesn't want any of them to have anything to do especially with Damien and his group.

Family History: Cole has no mother. He has lived with his mother all his life. His dad was killed by an evil man and Cole has vowed revenge on him. His dad taught him to defend himself. His dad taught him everything he knows. His family is pure-blood but does not boast about it. They arent stuck-up and they try very hard to make ends meet. Cole has two other brothers who are younger then him and he also has an older brother. His oler brother watches out for him and he watches out for his younger brothers. Everyone takes care of everyone.

Damien walked several feet ahead of his father, never even bothering to gaze over his shoulder to check if he was still there or not. True, the man was all Damien had left now, but it doesn't mean he had to care about what he did.

Finally, he halted at the platform and allowed his father to catch up. Even though this would be the last time he saw his father for a good year (Damien never returned home for holidays) no smattering of compassion crossed his face. He merely nodded to his father, and he nodded back, and with that minimal exchange, his father left.

Damien turned, realising that he had arrived a tad to early, and none of his friends were there. In fact, it was only him, a couple of Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw girl saying goodbye to her parents, and it would be a good twenty minutes till they left.

He sat down, and waited.

"You can -- loosen your grip -- any time -- mother --" Eliza gasped out as she was embraced -- nearly strangled to death. It's not like she wasn't ever going to come home. There was Christmas, and she'd of course be home when the year was over.

Her last year --

Richard had to literally peel his wife off of Eliza before they said their final goodbyes (with some tears as well) She couldn't help but laugh at her parents and ther sentiments as the started back through the barrier that would take her parenst back to King's Cross Station.

Now all Eliza had to do was wait for her friends. For how long she wasn't entirely sure. She figured she'd see Evan before anyone else -- last year he arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4 a good hour before the train left.

She smiled, remembering all her friends that she missed over the holiday.

Wandering around the platform her eyes fell upon a boy -- a dashingly handsome one at that. His blonde hair hung perfectly over his face, but you could still make out his strinkly vibrant blue eyes from behind his bangs.

Eliza was staring -- and probably drooling slightly, but gracefully brought herself back. She'd never seen this boy before -- he looked to be about her age -- she thought she knew nearly everyone in her year and yet he didn't even look familiar.

The platform was becoming more crowded by the minute as more people ran around, saying goodbyes, loading trunks and other belongings as well.

Eliza's attention on the mysterious boy was quickly diverted and she spun around on the spot at hearing the sound of her name. She smiled widely and eagarly waved to Evan, dashing over to his side. "This definately has to be documented! Evan Chan, I actually beat you to Platform 9 and 3/4! What a way to start out seventh year," she said with a grin and an accomplished look on her face.

She waved off his excuse about the dog, "You know it's not really fair --blaming an innocent animal like that," she said with a raised eyebrow and a grin. "Well come on then -- do you need help with anything? I already saw Xan board the train -- I'm sure we could find our usual compartment."

"Oh, hush you," Evan said. He did not find his almost missing the train funny. Not at all. "I suppose," he added, in response to her comment about starting off their seventh year.

"I think I'm okay..." he said. Sure, his luggage was a bit cumbersome to deal with, but he could do it. He wasn't THAT scrawny. "Just lemme say goodbye to me mum and dad first."

He turned around and looked at his parents. His mom was teary-eyed and his father was...well...standing in a kind of sentinel manner. "See you soon!" he said. "It won't be long before Christmas break comes around."

He hugged his mother, who was just about to lose it. "Oh, honey," she began, "have a wonderful time at Hogwarts! Don't forget to write.&quo