Ok I feel weird posting a profile now, but I'm the one that FateyFate
asked you about...I hope you accept.





Name:
Bridget Jess Allison
Nickname(s):
AJ, Bridgie
Age:
Physically:17.
Mentally:222
Year:
7
DoB:
March 23
House:
Ravenclaw
Hair:
Chocolate Brown. normally in loose curls around her and when it is straightened it goes to about her mid back.
Eyes:
Golden Brown
Height:
5'4




Appearance:

You will normally catch Bridget in a pair of black basketball shorts and a tight tank top. She will never wear the color pink. Her hair will either be up in a pony tail with loose curls or down surrounding her with loose curls, never straight.

Personality:
Bridget is one of those people who keeps to herself yet knows a little bit about everyone. She is a vampire and doesn't see the point in making conversation if there is not a purpose, unless of course she is very close to the person she is conversing with. Vivi is someone Bridget relates to a lot and sees as a long lost sister. Bridget can be very sarcastic once you get her to speak to you, she can also have you on the floor laughing. She rarely smiled, manly smirks and enjoys running. She sees things in a logical way of thinking.
Extra:
Playing the piano it an art she wishes to never give up.

Slipping her feet into her shoes, Arianna winced slightly. Her ankle was still a bit tender but she gritted her teeth and laced up her shoelaces tightly, wondering if her limp would be noticeable. But than again, why should she worry? No one really watched her anyways.

Pulling on her school robe, she took one last glance in the mirror to make sure her dark hair was in place and she hadn't forgotten anything important, like putting on mascara or something. Walking away, she pulled open the door and made her way slowly down the Ravenclaw common room, hearing the fellow housemates chat about Boo's party and the events that had happened.

Not wanting to listen to them chat, or worse come to the part about how she was a klutz and tripped over Tristan's feet, she left the common room, and made her way very slowly down the Great Staircase.

“Ooh… I am so sorry.” She mummbled against his chest. She wasn’t even sure what happened. One minute she was walking towards him and then something caught her foot and she was then on the floor. She sighed and placed both her hands on either side of Taylor, lifting her weight off him. “Are you okay?” She asked, a worried look crossed her face. “You didn’t … hit your head or anything, did you?” What a stupid question. Of course he hit his head.

“I … I think I tripped over the table or something.” She ranted. “And I couldn’t balance myself – well of course I couldn’t … that is why I tripped and … are you alright?” She asked, noticing his eyes on her. He wasn’t even attempting to move. She blushed a little to her embarressment. Why was she blabbing? Why was she nervous? This was so stupid.

And when she was about to open her mouth to talk, a sudden force pushed her away and she found herself laying on her back, on the floor – again. How many times will she actually hit the floor that day? She already had a headache, at least she managed not to hit the head too hard. So she was alright. “Tay--” She was going to tell him to be gentle the next time he tried shoving a girl off him, but then she heard a loud sneeze which was soon followed by another one.

Phew. Now she understood why he had shoved her away and she was greatful. She wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of the sneeze.

"Erm. Yeah." She said when he asked her whether she was alright. "I think so." She was sure her head would be fine in a few minutes. She was just a little dizzy because of the sublte movement.

"No. It's fine." Grace said once he started apologising. "And yes, I wouldn't have liked that too much." She nodded in agreement, still laying on her back on the floor. She lifted her head a little and propped her elbows on the carpet to hold the rest of her up. It was still a little heavy. Sublte movements did that to her sometimes.

She didn't move for a few moments and her head hung back a little, but then she felt -- well ... normal. Sighing a little, she got herself off the floor and was soon standing on her two feet. She looked back at Taylor. "Need a hand?" Her hand extended in his direction, so he could get off the floor.

She was taking him to the nurse -- whether he liked it or not. She felt it was a bit far fetched really -- going to the nurse for a cold. But this one wasn't mild. It was wild. ... Meh. Whatever. He was going.

Grace shook her head when he asked whether it was hurting. "No." She waved her hand. "I'm fine. Sublte movements do that to me." She admitted. She hadn't actually hit her head. It just spinned a little. That was all.

Grace raised her eyebrows when he said he was heading to bed. She didn't think so. "You aren't going to bed, young man." She told him with a firm nod. "You are coming with me to the nurse. She'll fix you up." He wasn't escaping her.

Grace raised her eyebrows as she heard Taylor and she blinked. Well, maybe that was all he needed. A little rest. He could be right. But she was just trying to help. But still, he shouldn't miss classes ... because she knw he would only pester her about handing her finished essays to him so he could copy.

If he was there ... he wouldn't have an excuse.

"Okay. If you don't want to come to the nurse, I won't make you." She told him, cooly. "But at least come and have breakfast. Maybe a cup of tea. You might feel better."

Grace laughed when he said that. "Don't worry, Taylor." She giggled, linking her arm with his. "I am not as scared of visiting the nurse as you are." She told him. Sure the potion wasn't tasty -- but it was only for a couple of seconds. She'd rather have the potion than live with a cold. "And I have a tissue box." She said, waving her wand lightly in the air. A tissue box zoomed out of the girl's dormitory. She grabbed it with her other hand. "So we are all set."

She looked at the others. "Come on. Let's go already. I am starving." She said, leading the way out of the common room with Taylor.

Grace blinked. He thought she was brave? Doing what exactly? ... What was he talking about? "Brave by doing what?" She asked him, a little confused. She wasn't brave, exactly. She was just a little crazy and irresponsible. And hyper too. And crazy. She wasn't brave. At least that's what she thought.

When they entered the Great Hall, Grace went over to the Ravenclaw table and took a seat, pulling Taylor along as well. "Now." She said, looking at all the food. Hogwarts cooking -- the best in the world. Her father wasn't exactly the best chef. He had been terrible at first -- but he learnt to cook as time went by. He doesn't burn food anymore now and that was a big improvement on his part. Of course when Grace was old enough, she had asked her father to step out of the kitcken for the duration of her stay at their house. She would take charge.

"What do you want?" She asked him as she poured some tea into his cup and some orange juice into her glass.

OoC: Meeeerrrrrrrr! Sooo, I had no internet at school at the beginning of this week and now that I've moved home, I have even LESS access than ever before because my parents thought it a brilliant idea to move the computers into their bedrooms. aka, I cannot be the computer past lie, 5 pm a lot cos my father has college homework and all this blah blah blaaaaah so the moral of this story is: I'll update when I can.

As for Fate's friend - Cheyenne, I presume? Yeah, you're in.

It was easier for Mozzie to pretend that she hadn't just seen the exchange between Grace and Taylor, because there was something about the two in a tangled mess on the ground that slightly (that is, greatly) disturbed her. Instead, she hummed lightly to herself, pursed her lips and poked about at the fire place with a fire poker, attempting to pretend that her friends weren't being freaky on the floor.

Okay, so they weren't really being freaky. Hence why Nolan remained seated and didn't even bother to get out his Authoritarian voice. And despite Nolan's quiet stature, he wasn't at all against breaking out the voice. Even still, the situation seemed harmless enough that he could lean back in the arm chair and close his eyes.

The party had been interesting. Most humiliating was remembering that he'd actually DANCE last night. It was Mozzie's fault - kind of. And... you know... e felt like being nice and pleasing to her and all. It was his hope that no one would really have remembered.

Glancing up, he saw Quentin walking in, and raised his index finger in a little wave. "'Morning, Quentin," he greeted the boy, pushing himself from the chair. Breakfast was calling.

At the sound of Quentin's name, Mozzie dropped the poker, leaving it hanging in the fire place and turned round to see that, indeed, the boy had appeared. Even all these years later, it was strange to see him without Inez.

She smiled and nodded at him. "Hungry, Quenny?" she asked brightly.

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In the Gryffindor Common Room, Boo was turning round to greet Inez, grinning widely.

"Ooooooooh good morn', sweet mate! Looking amazing as ever usual, dahl, lovely, simply dashing! It's but ten am and my tummy grumbles something fierce for morn' but a donut. Shall we scupple off to brekkie, dearies? 'For I die of stravation?"

The posh accent continued, both to Tristan's amusement and horror. Would she actually be keeping this up all day? Sigh. Grasping her round the waist, he gently lift her from his lap, hoisting her as she pushed out of the chair and set her back on the floor.

"I'll translate," Tristan explained. Because surely, surely Inez wouldn't have understood. "Boo thinks you look smashing. Her stomach is starving. If we don't go to brekkie, she'll die. Ready?"

Then, too Boo's shock and surprise, he extended his elbow to Inez.

"Shall we, ladies?"

Entering the Great Hall at least, she grumbled about how slow of a walker she had been. Seeing barely anyone at breakfast, she sighed and headed straight to the Ravenclaw table. It seemed like everyone else was having a late start to their day. Limping over to her respective table, she sat down in one of her usual spots and picked up a plate, looking over the breakfast food. What was she in the mood for today? Toast? Scrambled eggs? Arianna sighed. She wasn't in the mood for any of her normal favorite breakfast foods. She wanted something new. Something different.

Spotting a small basket full of bagels, she shrugged, and reached over to choose a blueberry bagel. Seeing the tub of cream cheese placed beside it, she picked up a knife and slathered it on. This was something new and different. It was rare that Arianna changed anything in her normal and repetitive lifestyle.

Taking a bite, she smiled. She was glad of the change.

Did this change mean anything? Or was it just a breakfast decision?

Quentin scratched the back of his head as he looked at the two of them with a slightly tired expression. After a moment he gave them both another small smile, his gaze ending on Mozzie.

Quenny? He raised his dark eyebrows, but didn't express any words. It wasn't worth it. And how was it that she was always so perky? Obviously, he was used to that sort of thing by now, but seriously. It was morning and it was the start of classes. Horrible.

He nodded as the thought of food was brought to his attention. "Yeah actually.. Ready whenever you two are," he stated in that usual low tone of his, looking at them both again.

Nolan already seemed pretty ready... He smirked to himself then glanced towards the door.

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Inez blinked, doing her best to hide the look of confusion on her face, but failing miserably. Did she miss something? As her usual, she just smiled and nodded with a confused glance to the side.

Thankfully, Tristan was there as an excelent translator. "Aww thank you!" she said with a wide grin. "Oh and I'm sorry about your stomach, that just doesn't sound good..." Brekkie, however, she was still a bit lost on. "And ZOMG Boo that sounded so cool! What language was that?" she asked her, blinking her large eyes.

"And Tristan! You never told me you knew more than just.. American! It's so impressive!" she told him, beaming proudly.

She looked down at his extended elbow. "Shall we what..?" She looked at him for another moment before saying, "Oh, oh! Go! Yes, I believe we shall..." she nodded and took his arm with yet another toothy grin at both him and Boo.