Joinsies please? <33

Edit: I'll post bios soon, I promise! They're kind of in progress, but I have a long drive tomorrow, and after a bit of mulling over and google-ing, I will strike gold and bring it right back here.

Hokay, FINALLY.


Name: Kate Marlow
Nicknames: Kate. Or (affectionately =P) Brat.
Age&Year: 15, 5th
House: Slytherin

Looks: Tousled hair adorns Kate's face which is normally glowing, sometimes glaring. She often runs a nervous or bored (but always manicured) hand through it. She tends to throw herself together with reckless abandon, but it works for Kate. She sets the trends, walks the walk, and probably doesn't talk to you. From pretty shift dresses and huge peacock earrings to thigh-high boots and a big knitted sweater to a see-through trench, she exudes a kind of pell-mell-one-girl-show, and leaks through her style a sort of elegant disheveled air that is impossible to mimic. Kate is inseparably attatched to Stella, and can be seen at all times with a cup, thermos, or vat, of coffee. She grows on you, and kind of alarmingly fast.
Personality: If you happen to see a horde of girls slicking on a bit of fire-hydrant red lip stain, Kate did it first. Possibly they've all decided to shimmy into a glittery, tinier-than-your-thigh dress. You know, the one that Kate wore to Boo's last party? And you can bet your wizard daddy she didn't talk to you. Stella and Kate run a kind of elite, two-person party. Far from tramp or over-flirtatious, they just seem to get on well with the boys, and rather terribly with girls, not that they try very hard. Kate is easier to get through to, and slightly better at person-to-person relationships, but now that's not saying much.




Name: Stella Milan
Nicknames: Milan, or Stella. Don't push it. Congratulations if you manage to come up with a nickname she tolerates. Her only recollection of the latter ever was Minx.
Age&Year: 15, 5th
House: Slytherin

Looks: Stella Milan is stunning, really, though what makes her more appealing is that, for all her arrogant inclinations, she really thinks very little of her looks, and of them, speaks even less. She rarely harps on about her attractiveness, or lack thereof, (which is possibly relieving to some of the other gender). Her dark curtain of hair shields secrets and things, and her eyes are like hooks into the human soul.
Personality: Stella is the life of any party. Hers, yours, the neighbor's dogs'... She's also impossible at relationships. Stella is a crowd person, and she feeds off of attention and large amounts of fun. It would be easy to assume with her wealth and popularity that Stella has quite a creamy crop, alas, it is lacking in the richness of love from any source, except her friendship with Kate. If you plan on crossing Milan, try to remember that with that silky hair and perfect life came claws.




Name: James McAven
Nicknames: Aven (like Gavin, without the G), or James
Age&Year: 16, 6th
House: Slytherin

Looks: Drop dead gorgeous, obviously, in a slightly arrogant way.
Personality: James is a right laugh when he's in a good mood, but he's downright untouchable during others. He's close to Stella and Kate, but not even remotely romantically. Remote is quite a good word to describe his romance with anyone, in fact. He is cocky enough to be recognized as such, (this only increased as his Quittitch skills gained attention and acclaim), but little enough to be downright sexy. These three make an impossibly beautiful, flawed, and foreign trio.

Edit in a profile I like to see Profiles before I give actual yes's or no's xD (But you're an excellent RPer so get the profile in and you're in. )

All profiles edited in and Eerised, you're in. Yays!

Sorry, Ashwie, but I just have to join this RP XD

Just give me some time to settle some things down in my life and I'll edit this post with my bios


Name: Elethea Melaina Argyris
Nicknames: Thea, Ella (she rarely lets anyone call her by her nicknames)
Age: 166 (looks 17)
Date of births: 1856; Bitten: 1874
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 7th

Hair: dark brown, straight, until the middle of her back
Eyes: golden
Height: 5’6”


Appearance: She usually dresses in white and prefers to wear simple dresses that remind her of Ancient Greece, though, since she is aware she had to blend in with humans, she won’t mind to put on something similar to their clothing. However, she does despise trousers and tried to avoid them at all costs.

Personality: Cold, dangerous, perceptive, distrustful. Just these four adjectives are enough to superficially describe Elethea. In fact, that’s what she shows herself as, making most people have an intense dislike for her. However, she is not as horrible as everyone paints her. After all, once someone does touch her heart, she is able to open up to them, though it does take a while for her to trust someone completely, due to her past. Sadly, the smallest of things can make her lose consideration for those she loves, and it is practically impossible for her to rely on that someone again.

Extra: She may be a vampire, but she detests anything that kills humans so much that she has taken care of quite a few lethal vampires. She plays the lyre.



Another bio coming up


Name: Roisín Delaney
Nicknames: Rosie
Age: 15
Date of birth: 3rd July
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 5th

Hair: Very, very, very curly. Her hair tone ranges from light red to bright red. She usually wears it loose, but she’s sometime seen wearing ribbons and hats.
Eyes: grey-ish green
Height: 5’4”


Appearance: Since her favourite colour is green, most of her clothes are in this colour, especially in its darker tones. Her attire never consists of anything that’s glued to her body, however, the rare times she wears trousers, they’re always quite fit. She likes to wear clothes that are considered weird by both muggles and wizards.

Personality: Being the only child of a musician and a visual writer who was raised in the midst of nature, Roisín was always close to the arts. So close, in fact, that she cannot live far away from her watercolours. She is quite shy and slightly naïve. However, she is more intelligent than most people think, thus surprising many with the things she understands. She’s a fierce friend who’ll always stay by her loved one’s side and wipe their tears even if she has an appointment, a class or anything of the sort. She is very imaginative and tends to look at everyone’s good side.

Full Name: Jaxton (I wasn't satisfied with Justin) Lemons
Nickname(s): Jax, Lemons
Age: 14
Year: 4
DoB: October 31st (I'm not stubborn any more. He he.)
House: Ravenclaw

Hair: Dark brown, getting light, but still dark. It comes over his eyes just a little bit
Eyes: Lemon yellow
Height: 5" 4
Build: Slightly small
Appearance: Glowing eyes, messed up hair, and weird style of thin plaid jackets covering his slightly torn t-shirts that are from the 2000's as well as olive skin makes him look...uh....I don't know.
Personality: Justin is eccentric. Absolutely eccentric. Wild eyes and a tendency for mischief, he makes his way around school pranking people older than himself. He doesn't quite hang out with people his own age either. He just...does whatever he wants. Until it comes to school and homework. He is a MASTER at homework and school. Complicated in other words....
Extra: He is related to people you don't want to know about. He he...

=D

I shall post my bio sooon. I'm thinkinggg. Georgie, and Auberon again. HUZZAH.

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Name: Auberon Daly
Nickname: Auberon, Bearo (bare-oh)
DOB: April 18th
House: Slytherin
Year + Age: 16 / 6th

Height: 6’2”
Hair: Blonde, and almost always spikey haired. He only tames it when a formal occasion calls for it.
Eyes: Brown
Build: Muscular, but not exactly macho.
Appearance:

Personality: One look at Auberon, and people immediately conclude that he is a snobbish sort of guy. They’re right. Stuck up Mr. Daly loves being the center of attention and thinks that the solar system revolves around him instead of the Sun. He loves being accredited for all the time, so he makes it a point to take action in any event, or have someone do it for him. He grew up in a rich family as an only child, and was spoiled beyond his wildest dreams. Although he can stand up for himself, he relies mostly on the money he keeps in his pocket. You could say he’s hated by many but also loved by all… all money-lovin’ ladies, that is.
Although he stays that way almost all the time, he can also be a good friend, and gives good advice, though he doesn't practice that in public. A Daly is rather concious of his image and social standing.

Name: Georgina Abendroth
Nickname: Georgie
DOB: November 18th
House: Ravenclaw
Year + Age: 15 / 5th

Height: 5’6”
Hair: Black shoulder length, layered hair.
Eyes: Black
Complexion: Fair
Build: Petite, fairly slim.
Appearance:

Personality: Georgina is a fun-loving, optimistic and (at times) childish girl. Like any teenager, she likes shopping and fashion, writing and singing, and boys of course. She collects muggle stuffed toys, and she simply loves the color pink. She’s quite an intelligent girl, but gullible. She’ll do whatever she is asked or told as long as she knows it will please the person, even when it’s completely ridiculous.
And even though she does sort of have a temper, she’s quite friendly and sociable, as long as you’re nice back.

Ohhhh boy. Auberone. He SCARES Boo and I I'll talk to you on MSN or through PM sometime about him, okay, Harmonizer? Need to find out where we stand with he and Boo and all. Haha. Everyone else is in, those waiting on profiles, get those in soon as you can. I'm impatient and we're beginning.

Everyone knew Boo Remmingon for her parties. Start of the Year, End of the Year. Christmas Holidays. Can’t Sleep in the Middle of the Night. If she could find a reason, you could find a party. Like many of her large ones, the Start of the Year Part was located in the Courtyard, on the cobblestones and surrounding the fountain. Lanterns were set afloat, casting their soft glow into the twilight while the Wireless Wizard Network blast out a dancey, rock beat. Near the fountain, dancing with sashaying hips out of rhythm with the music and singing off key was tiny Boo. Dressed in a made over version of her uniform, complete with argyle knee socks, rocker belts and a red and black checked headband in her bouncy hair.

Yeah. People were pretty used to it.

Her best friend Mozzie was known for her fashion (or lack of as the case may sometimes be).

Equally loud, Morzella happened also to be flashy and thusly liked to dress as such. Decked out in a fluffy skirt of gossamer and chiffon in bright pink over black tights, she kept on her white collared shirt and Ravenclaw tie. She begged to be different. Worn off her hips at an angle were two thin belts in bright yellow and red, matching the bows tied randomly in her choppy hair.

By now, Mozzie was completely used to the weird looks she received. Rather, she quite relished them. Besides, most people were used to her and the strange looks ceased as she got older.

Like her bestest friend, Nolan, known for his Prefect-dom and good looks, Nolan was growing used to the looks he received. So, he didn’t find himself anything special or good looking, but he was coming to terms with the fact that eyeliner pulled girls. Not that he paid much heed to it. Since the establishment of his unofficial “fan club” third term, Nolan had learned to tune out the flirtations, subtle advancements, and interest of girls. Besides, he put up with enough flirting within his group of friends.

At the force of Mozzie, Nolan found himself dancing with her and Boo. Dancing wasn’t exactly his foray but the song had a great rhythm to at least wiggle to with Mozzie, whose arms were up over her head as she twirled round and round and bumped her hips against him. Admittedly, he was having fun and it was easy to laugh at Boo, erratically jumping about and belting off-key lyrics.

The party pooper of the group sat on the fountain, long legs stretched out in front of him as he watched his friends act ridiculous. Known to now and then join the scene, Tristan had decided to stick to his nature. An amused smile, however, rest on his usually stoic face, the slightest hint of his dimple taking appearance. These were the crazy kids he chose to associate with, even if they went against his grain.

A change in song brought about something poppier, even catchier, and much more dancey. Even Tristan couldn’t prevent his head bobbing and shoulders dipping.

“Haha! I see you, Tristan!” Boo cried with glee as she shook her hips from side-to-side.

For a moment, Tristan flashed them a rare, full grin, that made Mozzie stop and pause, staring at him in shock and awe. “Heh. You caught me, Boo.”

How great it was that Tristan rarely executed such a smile. It was his lethal weapon, that dimple, too!

“…hey. Where’s Ollie?”

Everyone glanced first at Mozzie, who had proposed the question, then around them, searching for their shaggy haired friend. Where was their little love sick puppy?

Ollie happened to be hanging in the entrance of the Great Hall, debating about joining his friends. Food was out there. He’d seen Mozzie and Nolan with cream puffs and éclairs which he certainly did love. However, being back here at Hogwarts reminded him o f how Hannah Lennox had broken up with him, crushed his fragile heart, and appeared the next day, hand-in-hand with serial heartbreaker, Tatsu Szabo, notorious for stealing away Ollie’s girlfriends, often the current love of his life. After seeing Hannah (without Tatsu as he’d broken up with her before summer holidays), Ollie wasn’t sure he could go outside and have fun with his friends.

His fragile heart was tender.

Mozzie would probably hit him for that. Oh, how his heart ached and tugged as he thought of sweet Hannah with her soft yellow hair and large, wide blue eyes. Memory reminded him of the way she used to play with his hair or how her body could curl up so perfectly with his. Perhaps he shouldn’t have thought of sweet Hannie… oh how it hurt, so many months later!

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Elsewhere in the castle, within the dungeons, dwelled a wandering Salinea. Parties were not her locale and she much preferred the comfort of dank, dark dungeons. Like a rat, she skulked her way through the shadows, face stoic. Brooding was what she did best and her brows cinched together over her nose as she narrowed her eyes and carried on, not wanting to be in the Common Room at this moment. No doubt everyone was in there, discussing the First Years and talking up their summers.

She just wasn’t into that.

She wasn’t into a lot, it would seem, on the outside, but Salinea was a watcher who knew quite a bit about the students of her House and their lives. Things she was sure they didn’t know she knew. Through her rather messy hair, curls wild with the humidity, she peered around, watching for anyone. How she dreaded running into most people.

Pierce knew very well that a party was happening outside, thanks to Boo. But she hadn't quite decided whether or not to join. Yes, she was a very happy and hyper girl, but that night she wasn't feeling her brightest. She simply watched as everyone had fun, while she stood quietly thinking about nothing important.

She wasn't exactly dress for a party either for that matter. She stood wearing a very bright yellow graphic tee, cover slightly be a formfitting blue pinstriped blazer. Being a lover of jeans, she had chosen to wear a pair of faded skinny jeans, and well of course her world famous beat up Chuck's. She had seen Ollie looking terrible sad, but thought it would be better for her to leave the boy in peace.

Her dark curls bounced as she walked over to the fountain. She was getting a little bored of being antisocial. Taking a seat, she countiued to watch the other having fun.

In the middle of the common room and staring at the fire absentmindedly, Aaron Dawking stood, having an internal debate of wether he should make an appareance in Boo Remmingon's party in the courtyard, or staying in the common room, with all the noise, screaming and running around of annoying midget sized first years.

Common Room packed with first years, or Remmingnon's party? Between the two hadly suitable choices for him, Aaron was definitely sure which one he prefered.

"Watch where you are going, will you?" He mumbled coldly to a tiny little girl, who bumped into him, while he was making his way out of the common room. The place was starting to look like a muggle kinderGarten, really. Little kids were such a mess, and it didn't help that he had no patience for them. Actually, Aaron was not a patient person at all.

After making his way from the Dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located, to the place where the party was being held, Aaron had finally reached the courtyard, leaned against a stone wall, with both hands in his pockets.

Making an appareance on the party had been a bad idea. None if his friends were there, and he was definitely not surprised by this. Just like him, his friends were not exactly what you could call 'Party lovers' or anything of that sort. Needless to say, that he was alone.

He was definitely not going to join the bunch of Ravenclaws dancing and acting ridiculous, either. First of all because he hardly relate to people from other houses, and second, because he was not planning to dance.

Dancing was out of the question. Her mother tried to put him in dance lessons before starting school, and he had locked himself in his room to avoid the painful and horrible experience of dancing.

What the hell am I doing here? I don't even like parties!

May I still post a bio? I'm loving this RP

Party? He was at a Party-? Umm Yeah Sure! Taylor York found himself staring at the large crowd, totally unknown to the fact that what were you suppose to do at Parties in Hogwarts? What were you suppose to do there? Eat loads of Junk fodd, umm move your body in various idiotic ways- chat with people you chatted with everyday?

Blink.

Taylors first and foremost sense told him to look for people he knew who could probably save him. Motizie was dancing- Yes. And with her usual gang- Taylor didn't see anyone else there that he knew- so what was he suppose to do? With an awkward grin and as usual running his hands through he ever messy hair- Taylor walked forward, making his way through the crowd. "Where am I?" Taylor muttered before spotting the only chair near the Fountain- As quickly as possible Taylor sat down. not sure if the chair would've been available if he had been a minute late or somthing. He looked properly at the crowd again. Chatting. Dancing. Eating. Nothing unusal. Umm Anyone? "Save me-"

Taylor wasn't even sure if he was dressed right- he still in his baggy old Jeans and his favorite Captain Ace (His favorite Comic Hero) T-shirt. He could leave right? Maybe in a minute or two-.

Valdor stalked the dungeons under the castle, trying to find something indulging besides watching black widow spiders catching their prey in the web of crystal net webs. He heard from Vivi, his oh so earthy younger sister, that there was a party of some sort above ground. But, being up there? What was so fun up on ground. He spent a century six feet under, sleeping away while listening to bad human heavy metal bands. Something he had to deal with.

He turned a corner and spotted a rather beautiful maiden. (Yes, he still uses the term, Maiden) He walked a bit slower, down the decrepit dungeon hall. He stopped, somewhere near her, within earshot and acknowledgment.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet." He said to her, while holding out a red rose, that had black tips on them, the stem, thorns, petals. "For a rose, whom name is unknown."

Sure you can. Just post your bio and all is good. :]

Not far off, over by the party pooper, Tristan, Mozzie found Taylor. Just standing there. Not eating. Not talking. Not dancing. Not even moving or mouthing the words of the popular song blaring across the grounds. Tipping her head, Mozzie bounced over to the older 'Claw, somehow managing to wiggle her hips around as she did, doing a few twirls along the way.

"You can't get away with just standing around, y'know," she said to the boy, raising her voice about the music. "Dance! Talk! Eat! Move! Do something, just don't stand around looking bored like that."

Then she twirled again, spinning off a few feet from him where she continued to dance to the beat.

At least her dancing was less dangerous than Boo's, who was still hopping around erratically. To a beat that had to be all in her head.

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Just a brief moment before he said anything, Salinea suddenly sensed Valdor's presence. Knowing someone else was nearby, she stiffened and froze. And then his voice reached her. If he could see her face, he would have noticed the way her eyes tightened and narrowed and her brows knit closer together. Breathing heavily through her nose, she released all her breath in a gush.

Turning, she eyed the rose disdainfully, and then glanced up at the boy. He was older, that much she could tell. One of those Venin brothers - she'd learned that by listening to people talking in the Common Room.

"I'm not a fan of roses," she told him, plainly, and arched one brow in speculation. "Perhaps you shouldn't be handing out flora to unknown members in the hall? It seems a tad... desperate, wouldn't you say?"

Smirk smirk.

Pierce couldn't help be feel sympathetic for poor Ollie. He was a very sweet boy and she wanted to see him smile. Since he's negative energy was bumming her out. Standing up for where she had been sitting, she head towards the Great Hall.

She found him standing by himself looking horrible depressed. She walked over to him with sympathetic smile "What's the matter, Ollie ?" she asked hoping she could somewho make the boy happy. Pierce was the type of girl who hated seeing other unhappy and she always thought it was her job to make them happy.

Valdor could tell by her stiffening and somewhat nice way of declining his rose, that she was different, and he smirked. He knew she was going to guard herself with him. Most girls would swoon and accept, fall into his arms, and everything was done and over. One neck to bite, a satisfying drink for him. But from on stiffened back, frozen stature, raised eyebrow, he knew she was not going to fall easily.

"Desperate? In France, it's a delicacy to be given a flower by a gentleman. Though, roses aren't your thing," he reached into his blazer inside pocket. "Would the flower of death come to your liking?" He held out a perfectly white lily. Hmm, now what will happen next.

ooc: Ahhh!!! No! No!! -tis here!- >.<

name: Quentin Girard
age: 16
year: sixth
house: ravenclaw
family/history: Quentin has lived in Paris, France with his mom, dad and little sister, Justine, for most of his life. But when he was about nine years old his mom died of cancer and a year later his dad got remarried to a woman named Clarisse. She brought along her daughter Jacquelyn who is a year older than him and therefore thinks that she is much more worthy of everyone’s complete attention.
personality: Quentin doesn't do a whole lot of talking. He'll answer if someone talks to him, but he's never the one to start. He has struggled with depression ever since the death of his mom and somehow that seems to come off as incredibly rude, but when you really get to know him he’s actually quite the opposite. Some would even go as far as to say kind! >.< He's just very sarcastic. Quentin isn't shy at all. He just doesn’t see a point in talking unless need be. Loyalty is something he certainly has when it comes to people who are actually his friends. He has quite a few now, but doesn't have a whole lot of really good friends, but that doesn't bother him in the least. It's his own choice. He has a good amount of patience, but he is very stubborn. He is incredibly smart and shows that, not in his participation in class, but in the work he turns in.
pets: Quentin has a black owl with green eyes named Faramir

height: Quentin is about 6 ft.
eyes: blue
hair: Quentin has black, shaggy, straight hair that falls in his eyes. He rarely actually does anything with it other than run his fingers through it to flatten it out a bit. He figures he’s a guy, so why should it matter?
build: He’s thin and lanky, with only a little tone..



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name: Inez Rivera (Inez is pronounced like: eye nez)
age: 15
year: fifth
house: gryffindor (though she swears she should have been a ravenclaw)
history: Inez pretty much has a normal, every day life and loves it... Well that's how she makes it seem. She has always struggled with depression, but has her own ways of covering it from both herself and others. She lives with her mom and dad and is an only child. Having other siblings is not something she would want, so that makes her happy.
personality: Inez doesn't talk a whole lot, but that doesn't mean that she is shy. Shy would never be something used to describe her. She's outgoing and trys to get to know and befriend everyone. Even the people who play 'tough guy'. She'd much rather listen than talk since she is like a little pack rat when it comes to gossip on stuff going around the school. Quentin is one of her very best friends and people say that he serves as her brain. He's the smart one where as she seemed to have left her brain on a bench 16 years ago. Inez always giggles at people's jokes or just when everyone else is laughing, but honestly most of the time she has no idea what's so funny! She gets distracted incredibly easily, but is rather impatient. She likes to get her share of attention and can get short with people when she doesn't get it. Her hair and make up is something she often obsesses over.
extra: Quentin is one of her best friends. When she's not off listening in on other people's conversations she's with him. She also is always carrying around some kind of drink with her. Somehow she gets her hands on muggle drinks and all... Soda, energy drinks, frapachinos (sp)... Anything.
pets: She has a small, chubby pug that she named Girard. (Quentin was there when she got him and she insisted on naming him after him. It was the first name that came to mind and there was no changing her mind.)
favorite classes/least favorite classes: It changes from day to day. She can never really decide. It just depends on how well her brain functioned in the class that day.

height: She's very short. In between 5'2" and 5'3"... Only the slightest bit taller than Boo really.
build: She is very petite. Thin, but not muscular since she LOVES sports, but sucks at almost every one of them. It's dangerous to have her wanting to play with team... xD
complexion: pale
eyes: crystal blue
hair: Inez has long, layered blonde hair with some black on the underside. Her sideswept bangs sweep across the left side of her face. Her hair is something rather important to her, so she makes sure that it looks pretty much the same, perfectly straight, all the time.



Ima post in like... two minuets! I have to go to my lappy. xD

...QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENTIN! I'veMozzie and Co have been waiting for you. D:

Again, Salinea arched a brow, laughing shortly, bitterly. Or, you could call it a laugh, though it sounded nothing like one and was harsh and almost gravelly. It seemed odd that such a sound could come from her pretty face, but it was also perhaps odd that a pretty face would belong to such a frigid, sour soul.

What a daft, dense boy. How long had he been in her House? Surely longer than she, for he seemed older. So he should have known well, far better than this, that she was not the type to be reckoned with, not the type to be tampered about.

"I don't like flowers," she told the boy, voice still cold and detatched. "I find nothing about them appealing. What are you, anyway? A ten pence magic shop magician? What next? A white rabbit? Merlin, why do you plague me so?"

How could it be there were no students in this school that she could visibly stand?

In this moment, Ollie had decided that there could be no possible happiness without his sweet Hannie. They'd even crossed paths and she'd not looked at him, not acknowledged him. No hello. It was as if they'd never dated, held hands, strolled through the grounds at night or had sweet dates in Hogsmeade. How his heart ached.

And then a voice was interrupting his bleeding heart's spiel. Looking up, he found Pierce. She wasn't known very well by him and it took him by surprise that she would ask about his well being. What was he to say.

"Ahh... love," he replied wistfully, brushing his fringe from his eyes. "The masochistic, sadistic curse that has bound me so woefully to my sweet Hannah that I fear I cannot live without her any longer. How can I truly live when she is in possession of my soul?"

He also had the tendancy to be a little mellodramatic.

Teehee >.< Quentin makes them late as usual... -gigglesnort- Ding!

Finally Inez was in veiw of the party. She squeeled excitedly, now trying to drag Quentin along faster as she hooked her arm with his and tried not to spill her usual drink with the other. There was no way she was going to miss a party!!! "Hurry up Girard!" she said impatiently before waving like some kind of mad woman. "BOO!" That was it. Focus and any patience she had for Quentin was lost. Running over to them she half tripped, as would be expected, and therefore practically spilled half of what was left of her energy drink on her bright yellow skinny jeans. She just giggled and finished her enterence with an, "I LOVE this song!!!!"

Quentin was however, less than thrilled to be here. He didn't mind watching, but once he was sighted (or remembered by Inez) he was sure to get harassment like no other. Joy. He sighed silently to himself and finally made his way over to the edge of the party, smirking at Inez. His best friend, but... wow. He glanced over at Mozzie and the rest of them, pressing his lips together so as not to laugh. Maybe they deserved a 'wow' too.

Grace’s body swayed with the rhythm, dancing around the centre of the floor next to Mozzie and Boo and many others. She wore a bright pink and silver top and many layered, white, knee length skirt with various white, pink and black beaded necklaces bouncing off her chest and almost the same coloured bracelets clung to her right hand. She was smiling, lost in the music.

That is when she saw Tristan smiling and actually moving to the music. Tristan was dancing?! And grinning?!

And then Mozzie asked where Ollie was. Grace looked around, trying to spott him over everyone‘s heads. Of course she didn’t succeed. “I think I know where he is.” She said, remembering running into him when she was making her way over to the courtyard she told him to come over quickly and then ran off. “I‘ll be back in a moment.” She announced and bounced out of the courtyard then strode towards the castle and made her way to the entrance hall.

And there he stood.

“OLLIE!” She called out to him, waving her arms to gain his attention as if her calling out wasn’t loud enough. She then ran over, her silver slippers making soft clacking noise. By the time she reached him, she was panting. “What are you doing here?” She demanded and then grabbed his arm and started tugging on it. “Come on, Ol. Everyone‘s asking about you.”

'Wow he is terrible depressed.' thought the small girl as she gave him a smile. She had never seen anyone that depressed over a break up. Even after she had broken up with Jamie Reynolds.

"I'm so very sorry for your pain, Ollie." she said softly as she gave him a smile. "I know love can be horrible terrible curse. But it's also the most magical thing in the world." she said philosophically hoping she was help in the slightest.

Pierce wasn't a hundred percent sure how she would cheer up a very melodramatic boy, but she was going to attempt. "I know it's extremely painful, but the pain will past eventually." she told him with another small smile.

There was no mistaking that voice. Boo let out a cry of joy and ceased her hopping to run over to Inez and meet her, squealing happily. As Inez spilled her drink all over her pants, Boo could only laugh, so hard she had to grasp her sides to keep from splitting, it seemed.

"Only you, Inez," she mused, shaking her head and laughing. "FINALLY you showed up! We've been all 'Where is everybody?!' and all! Georgie hasn't shown up yet and Ollie is missing. And this party pooper," Boo jabbed her thumb towards Tristan, "refuses to even dance."

"With all good reasons, too," said Tristan good naturedly, watching Nolan as Mozzie spun him around. "If he could see himself, I don't really think he'd be out there." He shook his head, nodding a hey to Inez and Quentin.

"You guys really ought to take a look at our friends before you decide to go dance with them."

As if on cue, Mozzie twirled and grabbed Nolan, prancing over to greet everyone.

"You're always late!" she told them, wrinkling her nose, her voice playful.

"It's cos Inez has to look puuurty," teased Nolan.

"Nuh uh. It's cos Quentin has to have the perfect bedhead," Mozzie input.

"Oh no, it's all Inez. Two energy drinks later."

"Can't you seeee the circles under Quentin's eyes?"

The two laughed and Nolan held Mozzie out, twirling her before giving her a tug and spinning her in towards him. "You going to join us?" he asked, eyes sparkling.

Yes. Even Nolan was enjoying dancing.

Another voice was calling to Ollie, decidedly female, but he knew at once it wasn't Hannah and his heart felt as if it plunged even further into the black abyss of his chest. How could life be so unfair to him, toying with his emotions, playing with them like some sort of toy?

"H'lo, Grace," Ollie greeted her, somewhat half-heartedly as she ran to him. She looked so happy and bright and rosy - like Hannie used to. Hannie! Oh, how could you let that slimey Szabo steal you? Did he sweep you off your feet? Whatever did I do wrong, my sweet, swet Hannie?

Ollie tried to resist the tugging and made an attempt to take back his arm. "Oh, I couldn't, Grace. I couldn't. You don't understand. My heart... aches so terribly. Terribly still. I miss her, so many months later and I still miss Hannah. I can't go out and have fun - not while you all are laughing and inside I'm yearning."

The truth was... Ollie never really... "got over" girls. He always believed that his girlfriend was "the one". "I know I said it last time, but this time I mean it!" he would tell them all as he smiled fondly and sighed happily. And then Tatsu would come round and charm the skirts off the girl and she'd leave him for Szabo, breaking Ollie's heart. And he would be woeful and sad and distressed.

Until the next girl came round and he fell for her and puppy love became "It's the real thing! She's the one, I can just feel it!"

Ollie was a hopeless romantic with emphasis on hopeless.

Nevertheless, he smiled at Pierce's effort. Silly girl. That she could believe words could mend the wounds of Ollie's heart? Of his soul?

"I don't know," he replied, mournfully. "I think Hannie is it. The one. My true love. She has my soul, my heart, my life. You cannot live life without your life..."

"Can't I?" A grin flashed up on Taylor's face- when Mozzie practically danced her way to him. How did she do that? Was that even possible-? Must be the catchy music. Wait what? "How can you that, Motzie-?" Dance and talk AND walk at the same tyime- and in this crowded place? Taylor was sure he'd be falling if he tried to even move around there- The place was too crowded to move a step even so how was Motize moving or well rather twirling around at the beat. Taylor laughed when she started dancing again. "Really- I think I like my toes too much to risk them in something like this" he winked at her. He turned his head to ward Tristan. Sitting there, doing nothing- Taylor wasn't surprised one bit. "See, Tristan likes his toes too-"

At the moment his stomach grumbled, he was sure anyone could've heard the loud noice his traitor stomach was making but thanks to the ever so loud music Taylor was saved. Maybe he cold go and grab a bite- that also meant moving in the crowd and getting all lost again- Maybe not a goood idea.

Taylor rubbed his stomach lightly. Wait a little longer buddy- We'll find someone to save us.

Wait was he dreaming or was Tristan really on his feet and dancing! Again he wasn't supposed to be surprised- Motzie had the power to do that. Yup. Greaaat. Now he was all alone again- maybe he should twril his toes a bit too.

Yeah right. Snort.

Maybe he required a bit of Help, in moving around- but well his only help was dancing around and very gracefully without getting her toes hurt- and rest were eating, chatting and dancing. Groan.

Can I post a bio for a DADA or Potions teacher?

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[~Jessy Novak~]



Age: 17
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin
Height: 5 foot 11 inches
Weight: 178 pounds (all muscle)
POB: Kyoto, Japan.
DOB: December 19, 2004.

Appearance:

Personality: Jessy is a complicated guy who really does not understand the world and the people in it. He's usually in his own world unless he's around certain people. Not really a person who enjoys having serious relationships but he's just fine with friends. When he's absolutely in mood he can go crazy and actually have fun. He's one of the top Slytherin students.

History: Jessy was born in Kyoto but raised in the States. Soon after his 14th birthday, his parents moved to London dragging along him. He never really liked London but the possibilities of Hogwarts changed his mind.

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[~Bella Phoenix~]


Age: 16
House: Ravenclaw
Height: 5 foot 4 inches.
Weight: 128 pounds
POB: Beijing, China
DOB: February 3rd, 2006

Appearance:

Personality: Bella a kind, loving person who really is down to earth. She doesn't like anyone who is against her in the slightest way and is really big into the boyfriends thing. She sometimes likes to meet new people when in the mood.

History:Bella was adopted by British parents and had lived in the UK ever since she was 2. She attended Hogwarts after it was found that she had magical capabilities.

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Pierce was utterly amazed by Ollie's sure will to stay depressed and unhappy. She never thought she would meet someone who could actually bum her out with their hopelessness. But it seemed Ollie was out to win that award.

She had never been one of those people who blunt honesty, but appeared she was going to have to be extra honest with the lovesick puppy. "I think Hannah was stupid to break up with you. You're a great guy and you can do far better then Hannah. Since she could see she had found a amazing guy like you." she finished out of breath.

She honestly hadn't meant to be that blunt but she could think of anything else. Pierce was pretty sure he was going to hate after this, but she could live with that.

Go for it. Just edit it into the profiles you have now. It's up to you, DADA or Potions. DADA Professor is Lliam Knowling who is a lot like Mierva. He's strict, kind of passionate about the class, but allows some liberty of freedom and he doesn't play favorites.

Inez beamed at Boo and giggled, though with having no idea what was funny. That was pretty much the norm for her. Sad, but true. "Yeah... only me!" she said nodding with wide eyes. "Wait, only me what?"

She blinked, waiting for a moment, but then lost interest. "OMG! Maybe they're all like that blonde chick! They all joined the track team!! See, I tried that, but they stuck these fence things in my way, so I tripped and the other people wouldn't wait for me!" she said, as though appalled by the very thought, but was distracted by Quentin's chuckle.

" 'Nez, she doesn't even go here. That's a muggle thing." he told her, the laughter threatening to come out. He wasn't even going to try to explain the whole hurtle/race concept. He too nodded his hellos to Tritan.

What was he even talking about now?? Gaw! "Okay!" she said with a grin and a nod. "And party pooper." she stated, turning to Tristan and putting her hands on her hips. "I say... DANCE! Party pooperdom just ruins...." What was it that it ruined again? "Teeth!" she finished with a definite nod. "AH! MOZZIE! NOLAN!" She waved.

"No, no, NO!" she said, sticking her finger up. "Shhh!" she added, now sticking it to his lips for a moment. "No. See... Here's the thing. Umm.. It's all Quentin, I swear!" she said, pointing at him quickly. "Oh! Do you want some?" she asked, remembering the drink in her hand and beaming.

Quentin gave a crooked smile. "Well you know what they say about the bags under the eyes and bedhead look..." he said sarcastically. "And I deny that fact Rivera."

A blank stare followed by a shrug.

"YES!!!" she said, jumping excitedly and again sloshing her drink. "Oops... Come on! Let's dance."

"I'll pass..." Quentin told them with a small smirk.