Jax walked up to random person. What was her name, Yuki? Yes, that must have been it. He slowly tip-toed towards her, for the sake of dodging all the partyers. How did that make sense? Only Jaxton knew. Anywhere from the staring purple snake was fine. "Hello....how are you doing?" he asked her. No more, no less. He was REALLY keeping it simple.

As the twins made their way to the exit, a boy approached, tip toeing through the crowd.

Yuki was rather...surprised that he stopped in front of her and spoke... to her.

She blinked, then smiled slightly, before inclining her head. "Hello, I am doing well, and yourself?" she asked. Her brother's hand was now tense in her own and she inwardly sighed. He was too overprotective.

Kimihiro glared at this... boy. Who was he and how did he know his sister? His hand tense in his sister's hand, he watched silently, sizing up the other.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly in his low voice.

Vincent could tell a figure he knew all to well was behind him and he smiled before turning around and seeing his dear. Elethea. He bowed his head to her and kept on smiling. "Good evening to you, my dear," he bent down and kissed her on her pale cold cheek. He smiled and nodded to his sister, but she was busy tracing the roots of the tree she was sitting on with her long fingers.

"How have you been? I have missed you dearly," he took a sip of his pumpkin juice and kept his eyes on her. "This is my younger sister, Vivi." He looked down on her.

Vivi looked up from her tracing and she got up and curtsied. "Bonjour, it is a pleasure to be meeting you, miss Elethea. My brother has told me much about you." She smiled at her and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea with mint? Pumpkin juice is flat."

Carly stood, waiting for someone to talk to her. She felt very nervous, this was not like her. Usually she was the life and soul of the party. She bit her lip and twirled a single strand of hair around her index finger. She stood away from the dance floor waiting, waiting for someone to spot her there. Carly felt her mouth go dry, so she walked over to the table with food and drink.

She walked over and poured herself a drink. She brought the plastic cup to her mouth and turned it upside down until all the contents were gone. When she was done she poured herself another cup, she couldn’t think of anything else to do.

Vincent's smile had always been contagious, and so, it was no wonder that Elethea's own smile was suddenly broader. However, like always, she soon realized that she was beaming, thus making her lips twitch less than before. It was silly, but she never allowed herself to show more emotion than it was necessary. In fact, it was already a victory that she smiled to begin with.

"I've been quite bored. This castle can be monotonous at times," She sighed, yet another beam quickly surfacing as she heard his following words. "So have I, dear" And goodness, how true that was. It seemed that the years she had spent by his side had done nothing but increase her need to stay by his side.

As she was introduced to Vincent's sister, Elethea imitated the girl's movements politely. "It is a pleasure to meet you too and please, there is no need to call me miss. I believe we are almost family, no?" She smiled briefly. "Ah, I hope nothing horrible has been said, though I quite doubt it," She glanced amusedly at Vincent. "Yes, please."

"I am doing well" Jax answered the girl. Then he turned to her brother and bowed. "I am Jaxton Lemons, your honor" He said, talking to them in Japanese. It was a useful language to know at Hogwarts these days.

Here are my bios Ashizzle (:

|Cleo Monique Elmer|


Nicknames: Clo, Tiggy.
Age: 15
Year: Fifth
House: Slytherin

Height: 5"4. She is quite tiny, but height can be decieving.
Build: Very petite and fragile.
Appearance: Cleo has a pleasant face with soft features and very pink lips.
Eyes: A strange violet colour, and they happen to be extremely piercing. Once she has caught your eyes, it seems almost impossible to look away.
Hair: Short and curly, it is the most beautiful shade of blonde. It falls above her shoulders, and is almost always worn down.
Skin: Unnaturally pale. If you didn't know any different, you would mistake her for a vampire.

Personality: Cleo can be quite the definition of 'sour grapes.' Although there is a nice side to her [very deep down], she tends to be nasty to those who she dislikes. She can be very hard to get along with, so treat her right and she's an absolute sweet heart. Cleo is, however, the life and soul of the party, and very fun to be around. What a wild child (: Also, she is a secret romantic, if with the right person.
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|Hugo Jermaine Woods|


Nicknames: Cookie Monster, Woods.
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House: Ravenclaw

Height: 6"1. He stands fairly tall.
Build: Slightly gangly, but he has a fair bit of muscle.
Appearance: Hugo's face has finally lost its childhood roundness. His features are now chizzled, his jaw square.
Eyes: His eyes are deep and greeny blue. Like the ocean♥
Hair: His air is imensely satisfying, as it has a sense of bouncy-ness to it. It is blonde and fluffy (:
Skin: Slightly tanned, but more a golden brown, that actual tan.

Personality: Hugo is very friendly, especially towards the female species [although he doesn't tend to understand them.] He can often be loud mouthed, flirty and downright cheeky, but his intent is good. Hugo happens to be perhaps the msot stubborn person to ever walk the planet, and her can often get over competitive. He always enjoys getting what he wants, and can't stand it when he doesn't win.
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Jessy grinned a little and laughed. "Punk, you don't know me either, you're being a little hypocritical and ignorant...." He took a step forward with a broadened chest. "I have connections so I won't have to waste my time jinxing you. I just need to snap my fingers and...." He shook his head again. He always interfered in people's fights. He always hated them.

Arianna groaned in irritation as she slowly made her way through the crowd of people. Couldn't they see she was hurt? And here they were, still standing in her way. Hearing some tensed voices not too far away from her, she took a quick glance to see what was going on.

It seemed like Jessy and Troy, both whom she vaguely knew, were in a little tense moment. Only Boo can have parties with people fighting each other. She said shaking her head. How does she do it? She asked herself in wonder.

Why didn't I bring my wand? Arianna said, wanting to hit her head against the nearby wall. Then I wouldn't be limping around like an idiot here.

Boredom had definitely taken over Aaron. Seriously, how could someone have as the definition of 'having fun' to dance like an idiot, goof around, and make the fool of themselves in front of other people? It was stupid. More than stupid, it was insane. Then again, he was pretty sure that most of the people in that party was insane. He took his hands out of his pockets, and crossed his arms across his chest, while shaking his head in dissaproval.

He was there, still frowning at the stupidity of most of the people dancing (Really, how could someone like to dance?), when with the corner of his gray eye, he caught the Hufflepuff Prefect staring at him.

Now, why was the Hufflepuff prefect staring him? He had no idea. He raised his eyebrows at her. Was he breaking some sort of school rule, that he wasn't familiar with? Well, the fifth year had to admit that it certainly wouldn't be the first time if he was.

Aaron kept looking at her, as if challenging the prefect to say something to him. Girls were so strange sometimes. Actually on second thought, they were strange all the time.

Mellie hadn't been staring at Aaron's eyes, so a few too many moments went by before she realized that he was looking at her again. Her eyes had been scanning over the rest of him: his lovely hair, smooth-looking skin, tall stature, and of course, what he was wearing. Not that Mellie cared much about people's fashion senses. She herself tended to wear rather bland, drab clothing. No, she was eying his robes. Mellie could just make it out; this boy was a Slytherin.

So finally, when she did realize that he was looking back at her, Mellie quickly looked away. The Prefect could easily feel her face getting hot. She was also sure that it was turning a delicately embarrassing shade of red. This time, she was sure he was looking at her, for there was no one else within at least a three foot radius. And also, she knew why he was looking at her: because she had been staring at him. She cringed slightly; for some reason, Mellie cared what this boy thought of her. For a reason unknown to her, Melissa Bruns hoped to Merlin that he didn't already think her a freak.

The girl's eyes bore into her book, though the words on the page weren't processing. Mellie was reading of Romeo's exile from Verona, but if someone were to ask her what part of the book she was on, she wouldn't have the slightest clue. She couldn't get this boy out of her mind, though she was careful not to meet his eyes again. No, it was much too embarrassing.

Quickly, Aaron realized that the prefect was not only staring at his face, but at his hair, robes... She was doing a complete examination of his looks. Wow, that was weird. The reason why the prefect was examinating him, was a mistery to him, and it made him feel just a little bit uncomfortable. However, he secretly felt a flattered for this. Not that he would ever admit such a thing.

A smirk curled in Aaron's lips when the girl looked away, clearly she had finally realized that he was looking at her too.

The fifth year was about to look away, and make his way back to the Slytherin common room, when he spotted something red spreading across the girl's cheeks.

Oh no... She was blushing!

There were two things that made him feel uncomfortable. And obviously, both of them involved the female population; Girls who cried, and girls that had the habit of blushing, for no apparent reason.

He groaned and looked away pointedly, not without noticing how lovely the blush of her cheeks looked in contrast with her light skin, and then mentally scowling for thinking that.

There were two things Mellie Bruns yearned for at the moment. First, she wanted to look back up at that boy. She couldn't help but wonder if he was still looking at her. Or if he was even still standing there. Also, the Hufflepuff was itching to pull out her journal and scribble a few things down. This moment, this party, needed to be recorded, no matter how strange it was becoming.

Only one of these things was going to happen at the present time, though. Mellie's cheeks were still too hot to risk another glance up. She would be simply mortified if Aaron caught her looking again.

So she settled for slipping her journal out of her plain-looking purse. He's going to know you're writing about him, the voice in Mellie's head warned. She ignored it and grabbed a muggle pen out of the bag as well. Then, the prefect began to write.

Mellie's journal was full of details. She managed to get down her entire conversation with Mozzie (it was only a few words, but still, a conversation). The fifth year also recorded her feelings; she always liked to go back and read how she felt in certain situations. When she finished the part in the story about that boy, Mellie shook her hand out. How had she managed to write a whole page about him, when they hadn't even exchanged any words.

Subconsciously, Mellie glanced up at Aaron. She really hadn't meant to; it had been something of a reaction to re-reading the journal entry she'd just scribbled. The girl sighed when she saw that he was looking away from her now. One couldn't be sure if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment.

How could someone be so happy and excited all the time? It wasn't possible. Either she was an alien or she was faking it some of the time. Edge shook his head, getting irritated that she called him a liar.

"I'm not a liar," he snapped at her, angrily. "And I don't want to join in on this lovefest." Edge glared in her direction before flicking his gaze over to Troy. Shaking his head, he turned his back on them and walked away. He made his way over to the tables with drinks. He didn't drink anything - only stood there, the scowl still on his face.

Flicking his gaze around, he spotted some girl limping [ Arianna ]. He had seen her around some of the times but she was never really the type of person that Edge could talk to. He smirked. Why the heck was she limping?

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Jessy grinned a little and laughed. "Punk, you don't know me either, you're being a little hypocritical and ignorant...." He took a step forward with a broadened chest. "I have connections so I won't have to waste my time jinxing you. I just need to snap my fingers and...." He shook his head again. He always interfered in people's fights. He always hated them.

Troy glanced over at Jessy and laughed in his face. "Buzz off, tweedel-dee," Troy waved his hand in a shooing motion. He didn't want to fight anymore and this kid was just plain annoying. He'll get back at him later. Now.. it was for fun.

Until.. Edge walked off? Troy stopped dancing instantly as his gaze followed his friend. He frowned. What was his problem? Troy glanced at Boo and Inez and offered a half-smile. "Don't mind him," he told them, moving around again to dance.

Gabe beamed. "Nice to meet all of you as well." He replied, running his hand through his curly brown hair. "What year are you all in? I'm in my fifth year. Ravenclaw too." Gabe added proudly. He was indeed rather proud of being a Ravenclaw. After all Ravenclaws were the most intelligent and clever and Gabe took his academic life very seriously.

Sarah O'Neil wasn't the one for parties. She wasn't one for crowds in general. So in reality she hadn't a clue why she'd come in the first place.

Maybe it was because she was bored. Maybe because it was her first day back to Hogwarts and Sarah felt like change. Whatever the reason though, she'd come.

Sarah floated over to the throngs of people and looked around awkwardly. She didn't get around much to "socializing" with other people.

Aaron had managed to make a girl blush without even saying a word to her. Now that was akward... and good, perhaps? It was akward because he secretly hated to see a girl crying or blushing. Especially when he had no idea what he had done to provoke such things.

It was a good thing because there was a slim possibility that the reason why girls blushed in front of him was because they actually liked him? Yeah right. He snorted at his own stupidity.

Now, the reason why the prefect was as red as a tomato was completely unknown to him. He wasn't surprised that he didn't know the reason behind her blush, though. The only thing that he knew about the female population, was that they were all strange, moody, complicated and full of drama. Bad and pointless drama. He shook his head at this, and sighed.

Absentmindedly, the fifth year shot a glance at the Hufflepuff prefect, and caught her, once again, staring at him. Seriously, was there something wrong in his face? Or maybe his hair? He looked away again.

Unconsciously, he run his fingers through his dark messy hair, and then tried to flat it with no success; It was still messy and pointing everywhere.

Mellie felt extremely stupid. She threw her journal back into her purse much more carelessly than she normally would have. Usually, the Hufflepuff was overly protective and careful with her journal. She would never actually admit this to anyone, but she often considered it her best friend. Now, however, Mellie felt a small amount of annoyance towards the diary. In retrospect, she decided that pulling out her journal to write in it was geeky. To the extreme. Reading at parties was... okay. Some sane people did it. But writing in your diary? Everyone was probably calling her a loser. More importantly, that boy was probably thinking she was a loser.

Why do you even care what he thinks? You don't even know his name! Mellie told herself.


That accidental glance had been a mistake. She'd unpurposely caught his eye. But now Mellie was left to wonder... Had he been staring at her? Or was it just one of those coincidental things where two people accidentally meet each other's gazes at the exact same time?

Like before, the fifth year quickly looked away. Why is he looking at me? she wondered. Mellie ran her hand through her hair once more. Was there something wrong with it?
She chanced one more very quick look up, despite the fact that a light blush was still on her cheeks. Mellie was slightly amused to see that the boy was doing the exact same thing she was.

There's nothing in your hair. You look perfect! She wanted to call out to him. But of course, Mellie refrained. She was much too shy.

An internal debate was going on inside Aaron Dawking's head. Should he return to the common room and bare with the noise and screaming of the first years, or stay there, and bare with the glances Hufflepuff prefect. Well, he had to admit that the only thing that bothered him about the Hufflepuff prefect, was that she was still blushing. He didn't mind her staring at all. Hmmm.. that's weird.

The common room on the other hand... He sighed. The only thought of how messy and loud the common room probably was in those moments, made him frown.

Of the two options, Aaron was pretty sure which one he prefered...

Trying to flat his hair again, and naturally failing at it as usual, the fifth year risked another quick glance at the girl. Again, she was staring at him. He frowned.

Part of him wanted to go over there, and demand the hufflepuff what was her problem? But the other, (the proud and stubborn one) wanted to stay there and ignore her. If she wanted to talk to him, he was the one that was going to talk first. Not him.

The pink lovely blush was on her cheeks, and like before, he didn't fail to notice it. The fifth year run his fingers through his hair in frustration, and looked away, determined not to look in her direction again.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, she lifted her head slightly and made eye contact with Edge who had been staring at her. Glaring at him for smirking at her obvious discomfort, she turned her head away from him. Arianna wasn't known for her snobby moments but the fact that he was smirking at her because she was in pain, made that side of her come out.

Now she didn't want to leave, wanting to prove to whoever that boy was, that she could tough it out and that she wasn't some girl that needed a shining knight in armour to rescue her.

Yuki grinned, glancing sideways at her brother who was frowning at the boy.

Yuki inclined her head. "Lemons-san, it is nice to meet you. I am Yamashita Yuki and this is my brother, Yamashita Kimihiro."

Kimihiro grunted his own reply. Just because this kid was showing proper respect to himself and his sister, that didn't mean he'd let him off the hook. He would watch him closely. Especially if this Lemons kid tried to socialize with Yuki.

Stefan Dios yawned to himself as he wandered through the halls. He had a sketchbook in his hands, and was drawing aimlessly. He grumbled to himself as he paused at a window and leaned on the sill, and scribbled something out. He cursed at himself and pulled out his wand.

Ripping the page from the book, he threw it to the ground, and aimed his wand at it. He muttered the correct spell, and the page burst into flames. The ashes flew up lazily and he coughed. "Damn drawing..." he muttered to himself, and continued his walk down the hall, scribbling in the book furiously again.

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Gabe beamed. "Nice to meet all of you as well." He replied, running his hand through his curly brown hair. "What year are you all in? I'm in my fifth year. Ravenclaw too." Gabe added proudly. He was indeed rather proud of being a Ravenclaw. After all Ravenclaws were the most intelligent and clever and Gabe took his academic life very seriously.

Sarah O'Neil wasn't the one for parties. She wasn't one for crowds in general. So in reality she hadn't a clue why she'd come in the first place.

Maybe it was because she was bored. Maybe because it was her first day back to Hogwarts and Sarah felt like change. Whatever the reason though, she'd come.

Sarah floated over to the throngs of people and looked around awkwardly. She didn't get around much to "socializing" with other people.

Grace blinked. What year were they in? She knew she was in her sixth year, but the way they behaved, it probably looked like they were first years. Hahaha. "I'm in my sixth year." She told him. "I think Ollie is too and so are Mozzie and Nolan ..." She wasn't even sure. "And Inez ... and Pierce?" She giggled at herself. She didn't know which years her friends were in. "I think Boo and Tristan are in their seventh year." She blinked, looking at ollie for some help.

Grace frowned when Ollie didn't reply to her question. "Ollie. Did you hear what I said?" She asked him. Wasn't she loud enough or did she have to speak higher?

ooc: HUZZAH. I have no idea what's going on. 'Cept that Boo is having her usual party. :3

"Another party!"

Georgina's brown hair bounced behind her as she popped out of nowhere towards the ongoing party, which was no doubt Boo's doing again. The grin on her face was so wide it threatened to take up the whole lower portion of her face. Hah. How she loved parties like these, which usually had no purpose but for partying itself.

Spotting Boo, who was dancing away, she bounded over to her, waving. "Boo! Boo!" She skidded to a halt in front of her and started swaying her hips gently, letting the music take her. "Heeey. How come I didn't know you were throwing a party?" She tried to sound mock hurt. Of course, she couldn't always do that. She was feeling much too bubbly for the likes of a miser today. Even a pretend one. She twirled on her toes, then looked around once, finally spotting Mozzie, dancing rather gracefully. Ooh. Interesting. Drawing in an excited breath, she squealed her way over. "Mozzie!" As soon as she reached her, she started dancing again, then noticed Nolan. She frowned slightly, and poked his rib. "Dance!" She had only just arrived and knew the party had probably been going on long, but she felt some people weren't partying enough. Hmph. What a waste of good fun.

Sick.

The boisterous laughter and chatter, and the loud music only meant one thing. Someone was throwing another wretched party. Without HIM.

Auberon Daly was not amused.

Hm. What to do? Crashing the party was a very tempting idea, but he didn't have his usual posse with him. No to that. Hosting a party of his own was also another good idea, as he was sure there were more people who knew him and loved his parties, than this wannabe party host who didn't know which people to invite. But that would have to take time and preparation, which he didn't have at the moment.

Eh. He'd have his fun soon. And by that time, we'll see who'd be invited. Not these people, for sure. Thinking about it, he already pitied all of these people who would probably miss the party of the year because Mr. Daly 'forgot' to invite them. He just wanted to cackle.

Anyway, now it was time to retreat to the Common Room. His fanclub was probably already there waiting for him, wanting to shower him with their love, and adoration, and not to mention their many gifts, material or otherwise. Hehehe. Ah yes, it was good to be royalty.

Hugo sauntered into the party, an amused look on his devastatingly handsome face. Nowwww, where were the girls? He spotted Georgina chatting away to, well...everyone. Ahhh, there was Boo. He pushed his way through the crowds and grinned at the host.

"Another party, Boo? Dontcha think you've had enough?" Hugo chuckled. Unlikely. It seemed that Boo never stopped, but that was just fine with him.


Cleo leant against the wall and stared about the place. Hmm. Perhaps it was time to PAARTTTY. She'd been waiting for an excuse to shake the stress away for a long time, and now Boo had given it to her. Good old Boo. Someone who everyone could always rely on to pull off a good party. Eeeee.

Her violet eyes scanned the room, pausing on certain people, and then moving on. Clo frowned. Everyone was already talking to everyone else. She didn't really want to butt in. That was the kind of thing that...Stella did.

Taylor was pretty sure his toes were goners. How would he skate board again? HOW???!! Or maybe he was just exaggerating. Nop. He was pretty sure- too scared to even see that it really was nothing big but our poor Taylor has a tendency to exaggerate on everything. Hopping his way to the end of the terrace, Taylor was trying to careful to not get in the way of more BIG FEET lady Dancers. OW OW OW! Yes, he was muttering in his head.

He looked around- the party was too distractful, it was too flashy and he kind of liked it. But he wanted to be in denial since he didn't wanted to be a traitor to his poor toes. Taylor saw Georgina and Cleo and Hugo enter the party as well- nodding a 'Hey' to them- He made his way to the end of the terrace still trying to be real careful.

Almost there- yeah .. Almost there. When Wahhhooo.. Another one of the stupid dancing legs got in Taylor's way and he tripped face down on the floor. How very embarrassing. Hmpf. "Why I ought a- " Taylor muttered furiously ready to pounce the person and his/her stupid dancing legs before getting up and coming face to face with Grace. Instead of getting all furious and coming out with all kinds of curses, all Taylor said was: "Ohh Hey.." He greeted, and to his own surprise a smile flashing on his lips as he brushed off the dirt on his cloths, totally oblivious to the fact that his toes weren't hurting at all.