*RESERVES*

You know I always say yes, Regina!

{: Name :} The Queen *ahem* I dunno, memba!?
{: Appearance :} *cheats*



{: RP Sample :}

Sylvester was not in a good mood. He was in a horrible mood. He was walking down the perfect corridors of the perfect, stupid hotel in the perfect bloody country where they ate frog's legs and all of that crazy stuff that Sylvester never would to introduce to his tastebuds. Everything had been going so well by the time he had left Hogwarts. His parents had assured him that everything was going alright with the business and that there was nothing to worry about. The apparent cash that was flowing in had disappeared without even a goodbye and here he was subjected to absolute poverty.

Yes, that's right folks. The Rook's branch of hotels had all went plummeting down to nothing. No one seemed to care for them anymore. Not the good service, the good food, the good hygiene. None of it! Instead, they were all spending their galleons on hotels such as this one that Sylvester was currently in.

Herald Rook needed a job to get some income to keep them all bloody living at least and no other wizarding hotels were employing apart from this one here... in the south of bloomin' France. "Dad," Sylvester pleaded with his father who was in the lobby of the hotel. "Could you please just consider going into something other than hotels?"

This was just downright embaressing. Herald Rook had not got himself a position in any old hotel. He had got himself an assistant manager position in a MONTAGUE-WARRINGTON hotel. Sylvester knew his life was over, because when he thought it couldn't get any worse... it had. It appeared that the manager Herald was assisting was Damien Trice. Damien bloody Trice of the bloody Trice family.

Not only was Sebastian Montague entitled to taking the micky out of Sylvester, but so was Julian Trice.

"Shut up Sylvester. This is only temporary until I can find my bearings," Herald replied in his snappish tone that he had recently inherited to cover his obvious embarssment. It was like Batman being Penguin's shoe buffer. It was sick, twisted and evil.

Fate sucks.

Sylvester headed for the stairs where he had every intention of climbing up seven floors to bury his head in a pillow of their room and hope that sleep would overcome his already proceeding nightmare. Fat chance. But he had nothing better to do. Not unless he wanted to go buff some penguin feet.

His mother was working part time in a library back home for those extra pennies. She just floo'd back and forth. She didn't know any French so she couldn't have worked in one here, but for all the extra travelling took, it wasn't a huge worry.

Yes, Sylvester's life had hit rock bottom and he couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. At least he was still getting brand new things and not second hand jobs, that is all he would have needed. To advertise his poverty at the moment. At least they were bringing in some decent money, not as much as they were used to, but it was a healthy sum.

That proved there was one good thing about the Montagues: They weren't stingy.

What floor he was on? Three! Good Merlin! He decided to screw the stairs and take the elevator because his feet were becoming sore. He pushed the stupid fancy button and waited for the stupid fancy elevator of the stupid fancy hotel to come down and pick him up, plz.

I'm gonna go ahead and play a muggle (SHOCKING I KNOW RIGHT?)

Name: Patricia Morrison

Appearance:

Sample:

Witches. Wizards. These were things that Patricia thought only existed in fairy tales and scary stories. Seeing a real witch right before her very eyes for the very first time in her life made her feel many things. She felt scared because this witch could possibly say a spell and kill her in one second. Scared that she'd be kidnapped by a witch and boiled in a cauldron or something like a common animal. Another emotion was fascination. She wanted to know more about them. She wanted to know how much power they actualy had. Were they actually as powerful as the books she had read portrayed them? Were they even more powerful than that? What did they know about her kind? Did witches and wizards hate non-magical beings like herself. She just stood there in shock looking at the witch. She couldn't think of anything to say. She kept her eyes on the witch and took a couple steps back and unfortunately tripped over a tree branch. Her eyes widened as the witch kept her gaze on Patricia. "Don't hurt me. Please."

*looks around scared* Can I join?

*posts her stuff anyways*

Serena Roberts



RP Sample:

She walked. And walked. Past the whispering portraits as they hurried to their neighbors and murmured about the blonde walking past. Past the knights in shining armor who creaked. Just wanting a place to be alone. Away from everyone. She didn’t even know why she was feeling this way. Depression had crept up on her like shadows, making her want to crawl out of the dark and back into the light where her friends were. The people who made her feel loved and happy. Her sister was no where to be found. After the glorious moment on the beach where they were reunited and shed the hostile relationship, she hadn't seen her for weeks.

Brushing her soaked wet hair back; even the weather was matching her mood. A thunderstorm had started in the middle of her walk in the gardens, drenching her and everything around it. The plants welcomed it at least but that was all. Droplets of water fell as she shook her hair to prevent it from falling on her face and smearing her makeup even further.

Her clothing attire was definitely not suited to the stormy weather outside. Her loosely formed casual pink sundress from American Eagle was now plastered to her skin. She prayed that no one was around the place where she was going now. Well, she prayed that no hot guy was there of course. She didn't want to make a bad impression.

She hurried down the corridor and stopped at the ancient hanging that stood before. She loved staring at it. When on normal days at least, when she wasn't dripping wet and when black makeup wasn't running down her face from the rain. The black cloth had been embroidered with the Hogwarts crest on it. Life sized. Not just the same one on their everyday robes, this one was much bigger and she loved the power and greatness it had over her. She pushed back the tapestry and entered the long abandoned Inter-house common room. Well it was abandoned to everyone else but not to her. This place was her escape. Her release.

She stoked up the fire and dried herself off with her wand that had misplaced and had left here the last time she came up. Opening her bag she had also dried out, she checked the contents to see if anything was water damaged. She sighed in relief and reapplied her makeup after seeing it in the mirror.

Serena Roberts stared at the growing fire, which was casting a warm glow in the empty common room and sighed. Her depression was leaving her quickly. Only this place seemed to do that. She leaned back into the comfortable armchair and stared out the window, into the stormy skies.

Can I join ? I want to make a witch (:

Crystal (Crys) Thorns





RP sample:

So she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her through the freezing cold snow, not knowing where she would go or how she would get there, all she knew was that she desperately needed to get away. Her left cheek was burning red with pain, complimentary of Carlos's right hand.
Through the cold evening mist she could hear someone crying out..
'Crystal ! Crystal, I'm sorry ! Crystal, come back !'
But, no, she wouldn't come back. Not this time. She was going away for good.

Her heart was beating so fast in her chest she could hardly hear her own thoughts. All she could hear were faint murmurs, states of obvious facts, not worth listening to...
'He is such a jerk !'
'He never treated me right..'
'You need a place to stay !'
She felt like her aching legs were breaking down beneath her, but she kept on going relentlessly, she had to get as far away as she possibly could. She knew of one place where she would feel comfortable, feel safe. It was her only option, but she was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if she showed up at their door at the middle of the night after all that she said to them when they last spoke. But there was no alternative, so she kept running, not looking back once, she knew there was nothing there for her.

But soon she had to stop. Her legs were too tired to carry her body weight and every breath stung her lungs like a frozen knife. She broke down in the middle of a park. She had been so focused on running she had simply forgotten to cry. But now she could. Hot tears started flowing down her ice bitten face. Kneeling on the ground, she sobbed and sobbed. The snow didn't melt from underneath her since her body was so cold already, it just made her colder and colder, leaving her skin raw and red, but she didn't care. She had become numb to everything, everything except to Carlos and what he had done to her.

'Are you alright, love ?'
Crys felt a warm hand an her shoulder and looked up. Just then she realized how far she had come. When she looked around she saw the swings she used to enjoy when she was younger. Everything was familiar, even the face she was looking up at.
'Crystal ? Is that you ?'
'Yes...' Crystal croaked and swiped a multi colored lock of hair from her wet face. 'Mom ?' She said and tried to get up, but the exhaustion overtook her and she fell to the ground again, and started crying even harder.
'What happened to you, sweetheart ? Richard ! It's Crystal ! Come out and help me carry her inside !' The woman called into direction of the small cottage they were outside of.
'Crystal, sweetie ? Your father and I are going to carry you into the house now, you can get cleaned up and have a nice, hot bath, okay ?'
Crystal's mother stroked her hair affectionately as a man knelt down by their side.
'Mhm... and Mom ? I'm sorry about what I said, I really didn't mean it..'
'Ssh, Crys, that doesn't matter, all forgotten, just save your energy...' The man said and picked her carefully up.
Thank you, Daddy, I really love you guys...' Crystal said and fell asleep in her father's arms.

Oh, and I'm new to the advanced RPG, so, don't be too harsh on me, please ? ^^

Reserving because there is no way I am passing up a chance to be a part of this RP. Will be back with a character and an example.

This is going to be so much fun.

Yay. I would like to have at least two more people participating in this RP, hence why there's no rush in getting everything sorted out already.

Lizzie: Gimme a pretty picture and a name, please!

Leeovah: I already told you there'd be no way we'd be writing posts like that, but it was still great to read. =] [Is your picture the new guy in Heroes S2??]

Orbin: Picta and name! Go!

Serena: Don't be scared! I'd love for you to join! I'm looking forward to finally being able to RP with you. =]

RebbzSchafer: Hello and Welcome to Salazar's Lair! =] Based on your RP sample, I think you'll be a fine addition to the SS RP world.

Alpaca: <3 BE A PONY WITH ME?

ALSO! I forgot to mention this, you ARE able to play multiple characters, and if we, by chance, don't get any more players, I would greatly appreciate it. And let's throw in some creatures! I would adore some ghastly creatures who think they're good. Or something like that. ;]

I'll have my profile/picture/thingy up by tomorrow evening [give or take twenty-four hours] and hopefully things will be able to take shape before next week. =]

Name: Keagan Wyatt Argyle
Race: Werewolf (unless anyone has a problem with that)

Appearance:

Also, you can't see them in the picture (obviously) but he's covered in scars from his transformations. And even though it's not part of his appearance he has incredibly sharp senses.


RP Sample: (I took this from another rp because I'm remarkably lazy when it comes to writing samples, I hate them with a firey passion)

Aiden's eyes darted over to her mother and aunt, making the observation that this was pretty sad. She hadn't even been in her own house for five minutes and she was already itching to leave. The fact that she couldn't even stand to be in her own house at times with her friends around was pretty depressing. It showed her just how much of an influence Josephine had on people, no matter how hard she and her mum tried to just ignore her and go on with their lives. She was still that figure just looming over everyone else, expecting perfection in an imperfect world and raising hell when she didn't get it. Yes, she was family and Aiden couldn't deny that, but she couldn't live with her. She couldn't bring herself to say that she truly hated the woman, but she was pretty close. The only thing that seemed to be keeping it that way was the fact that she was her grandmother - her father's mother - and therefore family. If not for her, neither she nor Liam would exist. Unfortunately, being related didn't automatically mean that people got along; sometimes it made things even worse, and theirs was one of those cases. Josephine seemed to hate the fact that her family wasn't perfect. That Aiden wasn't perfect. Somehow, though, she seemed to think that Liam was pretty close, just because he resembled their dad more than Aiden, but he was in some ways worse than she was. Oh, the irony... If Josephine knew the things about Liam that Aiden did the poor woman would probably have a heart attack.

They were leaving now, that was the good thing. She followed the others to the door, drifting slightly more towards Cay as they gathered on the front steps for a brief moment. No one seemed to know where they were actually going to walk, so Aiden stepped ahead of the rest and lead them in a quick loop around to the side of the house and cut through the hedge line that separated the yard from the street. From there she took a left, heading in the direction of the main university campus.

Now that they were actually out of the house and walking, no one really seemed to have much to say. Not that it bothered Aiden all that much, she preferred quiet walks most of the time. Because of the near silence, she didn't even notice that Liam and Cay had fallen back. At least, not until Ike's hand brushed against hers and she turned her head to look at him for a split second. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the other two were still a short distance behind. But the thought that this might have been on purpose didn't even cross her mind. She bit down on her lip again, eyes focusing back on the sidewalk in front of her. Pretty soon they needed to veer off of the pavement and onto the footpath, otherwise they would end up on the other end of the campus. Not that it really mattered where they were going, Aiden hardly cared, but she liked going past Keele Hall better, it was prettier that way; much more old fashioned. All the fancy modern buildings looked so out of place in the middle of Keele.

She was distracted again by Ike's hand on hers. But this time it was definitely not an accident like she had told herself the last one was. No, now his hand had deliberately grasped hers. Not forcefully or anything, but just enough so that Aiden could feel her cheeks heating up and she knew that her face was approximately the colour of a tomato. Or maybe a carnation... They had a less orange tint to them.

When they reached the branch Aiden stepped off the sidewalk, bringing Ike with her. The silence was starting to get to her a little; Ike didn't talk much, obviously, but that wasn't it, she was used to that. She blamed it on the fact that they were holding hands and that he had been the one to start it and hadn't spoken since. They came up on Keele Hall now. She reminded herself that it used to be Keele Hall and was now part of the university. She always wondered what it was like to live there and why they would ever sell it to the university. She certainly wouldn't have.

She felt Ike tug slightly on her hand and finally looked him in the eye for the first time since they had left the house. He nodded toward the fountain and she gave a small smile, prevented from growing any bigger by the fact that she was still chewing on her lip. A quick glance back at Cay and Liam gave her a tiny bit of confidence as well as a quick case of the giggles because of the faces her twin was making at her. Her blue eyes went back to Ike as she pressed her lips together in an attempt to stifle the giggling. They started walking to the fountain and her gaze went to the water just barely trickling out of it, noting that that the pipes probably needed repairing again. As she watched the fountain she searched around for something to say. Something that wasn’t lame like “How has your summer been?” she always hated asking that question.

“So…” Oh yeah, so much better, Aiden.

Ok, this sounds like my kind of RP. I'll be reserving a spot and will return with a bio tomorrow, if it serves.

No more reservations. =p If you wanna play, have a bio prepared within the hour, or simply wait. This RP won't be starting for a couple more days, so don't feel rushed, but I don't particularly like empty posts.

SO YOU KNOW: This RP will not require page long posts, nor do I take them lightly. I like long posts, yes; proper ones, however. You all should know the difference. Don't kill with too much detail. It shouldn't be so hard for this RP because, well, the characters don't know who they are.

MoonWolf: Welcome and I look forward to your character! =] Should I ask a brief description of his other form or should we leave that for a little surprise in the RP? Your choice. ;]

All That Jazz: Gimme bio. =]

And just kidding on having my own bio ready. Work's been kicking my butt, but hey! it's my RP. ;] I'll have one soon.

When he transforms, Keagan is basically an exaggerated, slightly more humanoid form of gray wolf.

Bio you want, bio I get!

Name - Cliomne Charnow II
Nicknames - Clio
Race - Fairy


RP sample: (taken from another RP because 'tis too early in the morning for my head to work straight; this is one one of my longer posts, I will be toning it down for this RP, but just to show what I can do...)

Midway through the Chocolate frog, her hunger didn’t relinquish the steel clamp around her stomach. It yearned more for the thick, rich wiles. Lillith, finding little time to breathe in her ravenous desperation, inhaled in quick, desperate gulps as she chewed most calmly. I have to get her something, she thought, observing and determining that a nice bequest would cure Victoria's blues. I must get her the most lavish present I can achieve. A Mona Lisa-esque upturn of her lips crossed her mouth fleetingly when she last peered up at Toria. Having finished her (in any other circumstance less-than-satisfactory) meal, Lillith daintily sucked her thumb and index finger for a prolonged moment. Lillith didn’t smile, she didn’t dare. As much as her eyes wanted to roll back into her head from the gratification of having food grace her tongue again, it would be wanting more. Humility was second nature. Other than the fact that there was a morsel of talent in her singing, humility was an innate, sacred art within herself. “Oh, but what is so terribly wrong with praise?” she inquired, ogling up at Victoria. “If you get no more or less than you deserve, it can soar within the heart and make a passion. A passion,” the world rolled off her tongue slowly and took its time in taking off through the air. “that can make you do wonderful things for the benefit of others. A famous philosopher once said that,” she remarked more to herself. Dutifully, she halted herself when Victoria ordered so. The docile child, with all her delicate but mussed French features, folded her hands in her lap, drying her perspiring palms on her dirty skirt. “If you please, I’ll take it as a kindness, madam!” she chirped, visibly ecstatic at the prospect of something other than the dress she had existed in since age 15. Probably Lilly’s constant gratefulness for it kept the seams from uttering one last groan and giving in. “Dressing up is fun! The few dolls that Sister Grace kept within our reach as long we were good boys and girls were always getting new costumes! But, bless, the boys never knew how to slip on a dress. It was fun to see them try! I almost got my own doll when I was eleven, but…I got my own room instead.” Her last words were considerably flatter than the boisterous exultation. In the duration of this recital, the chocolate had settled in her stomach and spread a little energy into the arms and legs that showed bluish veins from being so anorexic. Lillith rose to her feet, taking a few shaky steps. “But honestly, dressing me is unnecessary. I’d just like a broom closet to sleep in….and if at all possible to find such a thing in your heart, maybe a book. Any book at all.” She looked much like a baby blue bird, tucking her blonde cap of feathers behind her ear and smoothing the blue plumage that coated her body. Her bandy ankles nearly gave way once more. Lillith grinned triumphantly at her success, doing a small victory lap of skipping through the dew-soaked lawn. “I can stand again!” she gushed on, arching her arms over her head like a ballerina and twirled in all joy. “See, see! You did help me! You were kind! Won’t you please smile? It’s nothing more than I took from you.” Lillith skipped closer to Toria, her extended arm waving an imaginary ribbon of love and warmth that sought to cheerfully suffocate Victoria’s deep-seated hostility. But it was beyond her control. Victoria’s voice was the only thing that didn’t fully receive approval from Lilly’s brain. Words skulked out with a move of that wondrously chiseled jaw like sewer rats, cold and shivering. Even, dead. Lillith never thought of anything so morbid, but that was the best description of what she subconsciously judged the crusty vocal vibrations to be. “Well, Miss, if this is a Hogwarts, then you are the saint of it!” Hogwarts sounded awfully familiar. Where had she heard such a name before? It cued chills into her. Lillith knew, if nothing else, that this place in all its dark grandeur, could be a makeshift home. “You need a hug!” Lillith howled, forgetting every extremely enforced manner. She had traveled a fortnight and this was the first kind act to be received, whatever the concluding motive. She lunged at Victoria with a joyous giggle.

All That Jazz: Huzzah for fairies! Welcome!

Terrible apology on my behalf for my absense. I blame SS for half of it but the rest is of my own accord.

AMA, LIZZIE, SIERRA: PROFILES. NOW. please. =]

Reas, your idea totally rocks!

Name: Garret Dumont
Race: Vampire



Random writing sample:

His eyes shifted restlessly around the darkened room, the chair he was sitting in moving back and forth silently. It was in the hours of the early morning; the moon still high in the sky, its light spilling in through the open window. A warm breeze wafted in every now and then; but soon no longer disturbed him as he slid deeper into his thoughts.

He could not sleep. It was impossible to do so, for each time he closed his eyes, he saw her face. How could this be the end? How could she leave him?

And despite it all; despite the fact that seeing her face made his heart ache, he found his eyes unwillingly closing. He had memorized her to perfection; bright green eyes that sparkled each time he saw her; sweet smile; a laugh that never failed to lift his spirits.

He wanted to keep the memories; even if each one sent a stabbing pain shoot right through him. He didn’t want to forget her; didn’t want her voice to fade.

Time slowly moved by until finally his eyes snapped opened; staring straight ahead to the pictures on the wall; more memories that he did not wish to give up. Seeing them there, his hands curled into fists but he ignored the feelings of fingernails digging into skin.

Slowly, his hands relaxed as he concentrated on breathing in and out. One hand rose to his face and he lighly touched the corner of one eye, pulling the hand away to look at it. Tears glistened on his fingertips.

The rocking finally ceased. The funeral would be today; at the moment the sun’s rays would light up the sky. Though there would be no more sun for him; she had been his sun; she had been his other half.

Mkay. I played one before so it shouldn't be too hard? X)


Hey, Regina. I think I'll play two charries to even things out? Can I? XD

Name: Warrick
Race: Centaur

Physical Description: Long white hair, gray-blue eyes, thick lips and a strong chin. The lower body (the horse body duh) is palomino.

Personality: Sarcastic and cold, he doesn't care for socializing with anyone. He speaks when he needs to and tries his best to communicate with stares and glares. Warrick has a low tolerance for the weak and whimpy. He believes that instead of relying on someone to save you all the time you must learn ways to save yourself.

RP Sample:

The wind blew and instinctively, he flicked his tail, a sour look on his otherwise delicate face. It wasn't like Warrick to scowl so, usually he preferred to give a mysterious air, a bland face where none could guess what was going on behind it.

But...but that thing was being particularly annoying.

It kicked it's legs about, trying to right itself and continue on with it's insect life but it proved quite useless seeing as part of his body had been crushed accidentally by passing centaurs. A sharp intake of breath accompanied the raise of his left brow before he brought down a hoof over the struggling bug.

"How annoying."

[I'll edit in my other charrie in a few minutes]

*looks around very freaked-out-ed-ly*

May I join?

Name: Evan DeLukow
Race: Vampire



Evan was restless. He had been arrested by the muggle police for 'harming a endangered species'. Pah, as if he cared. A marmot was a marmot, not some kind of golden statue. Besides, they had been around for much too long for him to care. He had been shoved in a jail cell and was given some rather nasty looking food. He skipped everything but the piece of raw meat he had asked for. Sinking his teeth in instinctively, he sucked out all the blood left in the piece of meat, not enjoying it too much. He liked the feeling of the squirming animal as it died slowly... But it would have to do for now.

He was staying for a month until someone 'bailed' him. As if. There was no one Evan knew who wasn't dead anymore that would actually bail him out. His parents were long gone, his grandparents dead before he was born, his friends all gone too. His vampire friends did not interfere with society and were probably hunting somewhere in Algeria.

Evan stared at the wall now, looking for something more to eat. He could stick his arm out and snatch a bird, he guessed... But it would take too long. The mice were easier and less noisier than a bird. Watching the walls, he sighed. This would be a long stint in jail. Very long.

Hi darl, may I join? :]
I'm new to advanced though.
-hides-

Name: Tári Elendil.
Race: Elf.



Random RP Sample:

A breeze blew past Tári, the soft wind rustling her long, flowing hair. Leaves that sat beneath her crossed legs began to fly up, and around her. A storm was brewing. She lifted her head, showing her glowing blue eyes, as the darkness began to engulf her. She was sitting upon it, the elven path.

Footsteps came from behind her, the distinct crunch of leaves, and branches were heard in her large ears. She knew that this was it, that it was him standing behind her, the one who’s heart she had severely broken. Bracing herself for what would happen next, she turned her head up to the stars, reciting a silent prayer. A prayer for her survival.

A hand, large and firm covered her mouth, and pulled her towards the ground. A knife, slid slowly across her chest, the pain beginning to sear. But she did not shed one tear, not one. This man would never see her weakness, he was not privileged to her pain. Suddenly though, the knife pulled away from her, the fresh cut upon her chest still stinging. His footsteps were heard once again crunching against the earth, back in the direction in which they had come. She sat up slowly, her eyes glistening. A hand, her hand, brushed across her chest. She brought it up to her face, scarlet seen even through the dark of night, tinged her pale hand.

Standing up carefully, Tári stumbled further into the woods, following the elven path, heading towards home. Soon she would be amongst them, the rest of her kind. Soon, everything would be alright once again.

*claps* YAY.

Ama: as you know from the PM, yes, you can have two characters.

Sabs: I had completely forgotten about vampires! oh silly me! I look forward to seeing him in action. =]

Maya Ellwood:
Don't look freaked out! I'm not nearly as mean as the rumors say I am. ;] Welcome welcome.

Rootless.Tree: Advanced isn't much different from the others, really, I promise. An elf! How fabulous! Welcome!

I apologize once more that things have taken a wee bit longer than expected to start, but I promise, the wheels will begin rolling very shortly.

CHARACTERS:

LEE - Wizard
SERENA - Witch
REBBZSCHAFER - Witch
MOONWOLF - Werewolf
ALL THAT JAZZ - Fairy
SABS - Vampire
AMA - Centaur
MAYA ELLWOOD - Vampire
ROOTLESS.TREE - Elf

Quite a collection of races. I'm excited!

I finally have chosen my own character, so here's her faux-bio.

Rosa D'Audace - 24 - Centaur - Midnight black body, white tail



Now we simply have to bios that are in the process of being made and then we'll be starting. =]

DEFINITELY just posted my bio. SORRY MAKINGA I LOVE YOUR FACE! I'm so playing a muggle. haha

Okay, I realize we're going to be starting soon, but sadly I have no control over this: On Friday I'm going to be going camping. But I'll be back on Monday, so I won't be gone for too long. Just figured I'd say that now, just so that when the game starts people won't think that I decided to not do it.

GiGi: Yes that ish the dude from Heroes season 2 : D && you know how I play a wizard, rightttt? Do I not have my wand in the 'situation' we're all in?

A muggle! Haha, oh man, that will be quite interesting. I can't wait for her reaction to all of the creatures. ^^
Not a problem. I realize there are going to be people who will be going with their families camping and/or other activities this weekend, so it's a-okay, no worries. I appreciate you telling us, though. =]
I knew it!

Um, so.. here's the deal
I'm gonna be at my grandparents' house for work, so, I'll probably not be able to be on the computer as much as I'd like to. I'll be here for about a week, so, if I seem a bit slow in responding, please be patient, I'll try to get on here as much as I can (:
Sorry for the inconvinience ^^

I don't wish for this RP to be too fast paced and if need be, I will PM you signifigant things to keep you in the loop. =]

Don't you all worry. We'll begin the process of, well, beginning tomorrow.