Ok I feel weird posting a profile now, but I'm the one that FateyFate
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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.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Samia

And anotehr sneeze erupted from Taylor's mouth. "Oh man.. I hate Cold,"He groaned in a real whiney voice and let his head fall back on the chair. Stupid cold. Stupid Headache. He just got back to Hogwarts and this cold.

"Hey Gracc- AAAAAAACCCCCCCCHHHOOOOOO! - cee"That didn't come out right did it? He tried to look at the girl but somehow his vision was a bit blur due to all the water in his eyes. First day. First Cold. It usually equals to Bad year perhaps. "Imma go back to bed,"He muttered sniffling. He was gonna miss his class now. How annoying can things get?

Grace rolled her eyes when Taylor said he was going back to sleep because of his cold. He was going to miss his first day because of cold? Well, okay so it was her fault, she had made him stay. But he was planning on skipping school. Was he a Ravenclaw or not?

"You aren't going to bed." She said, walking over to him. "It is my fault you caught the cold and I will put it right." Seriously. All he needed was to visit the hospital wing once. The nurse will fix him up in one second. "Come on. I'll fix you."

As she reached him though, one of the legs of the table caught her foot and she fell forward, ending up on top of Taylor on the floor. She frowned. Great. What an excellent way to begin the day. A headache and a trip.

WOW.

"ACCCHOOO! ACCCHOOO!"Two another powerful sneezes erupted from Taylor as he sniffled in his hankerchief. All he wanted this moment was to curl up in a ball and cuddle in his Mum's lap till he got better. Ofcourse he wont speak it out loud but it was his dearest wish at the moemnt. "I want my Mama. . ."He muttered under his breat sniffling in his through his so red nose. Stupid Nose. Why did God give people nose again? And if he did give them noses, why did he give them Cold?

He was getting up when Grace said she would fix him up. No way. He wasn't blaming her for the cold. He knew he would get cold- it wasn't her fault at all. "No No.. Grace. . ."Another sniff. "Its not Your fault.. all I want is.." another sneeze. "some rest. and I'll be A.Okay" He tried to smile and look at the girl but what he saw was all blurred. Bleeeeh.

So his vision was not at all right at the moment- so he wouldn't blame anyone if they bumped into him because it would be his fault so when Grace fell onto him. A big "Ooooaf . . " escaped his mouth as he fell onto the floor with Grace on top of him. Great.

For some reason it felt awkward and his stomach instantly did a triple jolt- Grace was on top of him. Oh my God. . . And for some reason he wasn't moving, instead he was staring at her. And without blinking. Merlin . . .

But something snapped him out of his trance as he abruptly pushed her off him and sneezed twice. Thank Merlin he got her off him before he sneezed right on her face. Head desk to that. Sniffling in his Hankercheif he looked at Garce. "Are You okay. . ?"He asked, not sure if she hit her head because of his goofyness or not.

What a day, indeed.

“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.

Her babbling wasn't really coming as a distraction because Taylor was too busy staring- which would have been embaraasing if he would have been thinking in his usual state of mind. But right now he was staring and ... just looking at her. And he had no idea: Why?

She was just so.. and her eyes were so.. Oh merlin! When he rolled her off him- his mind starting working frantically. What was he doing? Why had he been staring?- What was with the eyes? oh God.. and the Cold. Maybe the cold was getting to his head.

But the blush on her cheeks were so... red? Oh boy. Just thinking about the way he had been staring at her- made his cheeks get sightly pink.. and he was sure they matched with his red nose.

Why did he have to be so bonkers in the head?

When she mentioned about him hitting hsi head- Another revealation was brought to him as his hand immediately rose to his head and he rubbed the back of his head. So it was hurting... but he could barely notice it since his mind was buzzing with wierd logics. Cold should be banned.

"Yeah its fine . .. Just a bit bumpy" He replied a bit awkwardly. Bumpy? "I err am sorry about err.. pushing You away but You know.."Another sneeze. "I don't think You would have liked this ..."He sniflled, looking away from him. What wierd and gross conversation.

"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.

He grinned a litlle when she said she wouldn't have liked it. Amazing how with all the awkwardness- he could still grin at such small things. Yes his mind was bonkers. When she kept laying on the floor- Taylor stole a quick glance at her (Just for the sake of getting a chnace to look at her) and see why was she not moving? Did her head hurt bad? Was it serious? Was it... not right at all.

Okay. Shutting UP , now.

"Is it- err hurting?"He asked, looking at her when she didn't move. Why was he so GREAT with the girls? Not. He should be banned around girls as a mattter of fact. Stupid Cold. Stupid Nose. Stupid Taylor.

When she offered him a hand he stared at her for a minute.. and then at her hand. Okay so what was with the staring and why was his mind stopping when it was about Grace. It was official- Cold was getting to his head.

"Yeah sure. . ."He said, in a not so his voice tone. And sniffled again. He grabbed her hand and got up. Even with all the sick feeling that was all over his body he felt the warmth shot over his body. Not right.

"I should be heading to bed . . ."He mummerd- partly in response to the confusions rolling in his head.

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.

Note to self: Subtle movements do that to her. Next time he will try and just stay lieing and won't move (and stare perhaps) until she got off him herself. How dreamy.

Snap out of it.

Now she was reminding him of his Nanny again. No way. He wasn't going to the nurse- He was in no condition of taking in any stupid and Yuccckkky potions. Eeeeww. "No Grace- You don't understand- am fine. . . I just need to rest,"He said, backing slowly to the boys dormitory. Trtying his best not to sniffle or Sneeeze. It wasn't that bad that he had to have too go to the nurse. No way man. "Seriously, Grace- am fine.. Its just a silly cold in my silly nose"He faked a laugh slightly, sniffling lightly- trying to get away from being in the misrey of going to the nurse for a cold. How embarassing, really?

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."

Tea. Now that sounded nice. Yes tea would do him good. It will do good him, real good. He considered it for moment- looking thoughtful. Why was he douing that- he wasn't quite sure. Riiiiiiight.

Blame the cold.

"Okaaay. . ."He nodded. Anyway- staying in the dorm would only get him all bored and Lords knew Taylor York hated being bored. "As long as I don't sneeze badly in someone's face or in the tea.. am good,"He said- sniffling.. and wrinkling his red nose.

"Keep a safe distance though- I don't think, You'll be fond of this cold,"He joked, smiling- coughing lightly.

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.

"Wait till she makes You drink all that potion . . ."He said- when she linked her arm with his. "I'll take that-" he said and quickly grabbed the tissue box from her hand. "You know- I think Your pretty brave to be able to be doing this"

He stuck his tongue out on him- and ended up sneezing again. "Awww man- I hate cold,"He muttered in the same whiney -some pout added- voice.

Sniffling into one of the tissue's- he nodded. "yes Yes, I think- my stomach is grumbling and kicking too. . ."he added and walked out the common room with her.

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.

Doing what exactly? No whe didn't have a answer for that. There were two possibilities of his saying that 1) inking arms with him-.. Oooooooooh red cheeeks. Stupid obsessive- cold driven mind. 2)Linking arms with him when he was having a abad cold. Yeeees now- that is an answer that won't make him go all red. "Yes, You ltrying to save me from cold- ofcourse, Yes stahst it... What could I possibly mean but that?"He babbled- looking at away from her. Always the avoid the eyes- when you are trying to tell a lie to a girl- after who a cold driven mind of yours goes mad after.

When she pulled him onto a seat necxt to him- Taylor looked around. Fooooooood. Good Lord- would he be able to taste the food? .. "Tea ofcourse- Although am not so fond of it. . ."He added,dryly.. All the yummy foood- that he could eat but couldn't

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.

OoC: -squeezes Inez and Quentin- I love them. So very much. <333

Quentin, Mozzie knew, was not a morning person, to her dismay. One of these days, she continued to hope, he would wake up with a smile on his face, come down to the Common Room and then he and Mozzie would fill the silence on the way to brekkie with light chatter. Which, she knew, would probably never happen. And it was good that she had enough chatter to cover for both Nolan and Quentin.

"You disappeared when the rain came," Mozzie said to Quentin as she followed Nolan towards the door in an almost trot. "Did you and Inez leave? You could have stayed and played in the rain with Nolan and I!"

Nolan grunted. "Yeah. She made me stay and dance in the rain with her." It took forever for him to dry his clothes, too. And they wound up way later than he would have preferred to be, with classes beginning the following morning. "You shoulda stayed. Let her yank you around."

Heh heh.

Nolan made a pint to peek out the corner of his eyes at Quentin once saying that.
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(Actually. I need to hop off. So. Uh. I'll post Boo and Stormy tomorrow LOL)

Grace raised her eyebrows as he rambled on. Something wasn't right. The way he spoke. But maybe she was just imagening things -- as always. "At least tea will make you feel better." Grace looked around herself. "What happened to the others?" She asked. Maybe they were on their way.

Taking a sip from her glass, Grace turned back to Taylor. "Feeling better?" Tea can sometimes do wonders.

Tea could do wonders. Yes. Taylor York owed Tea ALOT now. As soon as the warm tea reached his throat- A smile spread on his face instantly and he made a sound somewhat like 'HmmMmmmh' in back of his throat- clearly showing hiw much he enjoyed his first sip.

He turned to Grace when she asked him if he was feeling better. "I think I migth owe you this for a few days,"He grinned taking in another sip.

Then he sighed quite regretfully. "You really want me to attend those boring classes, don't You?"He forwned slightly. He couldn't be mad at her- she was savinf him from this annoying cold. So A slight frown should work.

Grcae beamed. "Of course you will. You don't want to be stuck in the boys dormitory with a nasty cold while the rest of us are forced to attend classes. You will join us." She told him, taking some toast from the bread basket. "You don't want to be alone. Trust me. It's terrible being stuck in the dormitory alone with a cold." When nobody is around. It really can be terrible. You get so bored and you can't really sleep the entire day either.

"Not really." She shook her head when he said she wanted him to attend boring classes. "I just want you to feel better." She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her plate, somehow managing to blush a little. WHY was she blushing? It was completely unasked for. There was nothing to blush about. JEASH! She just told the truth. She did want him to feel better.

She had a point. She always had a point. Hmpf.He would have slept though- since all the nights sleep he missed the other night. "So You want me to be in the misrey with You,"he asked her- in mock horror. It was fun teasing her. Taking in some more tea- he smiled again. Even though he had to attend the classes- it wasn't really compared to the nice feeling now- If He had to be in those boring classes as a price of getting rid of the cold. He'll do it.

He smiled warmly at her- when she said she wanted him to feel better and throwing his arm around her shouler, gave her a squeeze. "Thanks Grace-" He wasn't quite sure what was happening- when he noticed the light blush on her face. She was blushing- and it immediately had him having a jolt somewhere near his chest. Before even thinking he blurted out: "Are You blushing-?" Causing a sudden twinkle in his eyes as he watched her.

Grace nodded again. "Friends don't let friends stay miserable alone." She told him, sticking her tongue out. "They join in. Since you are my friend, you will join me and the others in the misery." She was talking nonesense. She knew it. She finished her juice in one gulp and gently placed the glass on the table, taking a bite from her toast as she did so.

When he threw his arms around her shoulder, she was a little taken aback yet pleased. She blushed a little more which confused her. What was there to blush about? They had hugged each other a number of times in the past and she had never blushed before. This was crazy. Stupid. Meh. Hesitently, she put her arm around his waist for a few moments -- she wasn't sure how long they stayed there, before she pulled her arm back. "You're welcome." She mumbled and took another bite of her toast.

When she heard his next words, she looked down at her plate. "O -- of course not!" She told him, still not looking up at him and going a deep shade of red. "Why ... Why would I blush?" She was stuttering? She was blushing? URGH! Why? Did the headache get to her? Maybe it created another glitch in her brain. A bigger one. She didn't understand why she was blushing. Or why Taylor was having this kind of an effect on her?

Frowning at herself, she took another bite from her toast.