<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljat8vvDbg1qarksao1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Korol Hunterson<br/><strong>Age/Year:</strong>23 - 4th year<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Blood:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>Dawes<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>11 1/4" Willow w/core of Eagle semiplume feather (springy)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily<br/><hr/>The truth was that Korol's hand felt tingly as well.  However, in his case he knew full well it was Emily that was causing it.  He could smell her hair from where he was standing, and the first thing that went through his mind was running his hands through her hair, preferably while he was kissing her...he let the daydream stop before he accidentally let something slip.  Calming his inner casanova, Korol took another breath of Emily, before she turned to look at him.  Her face was so close, he could see the delicate skin of her lips and the white of her teeth as she smiled at him.  He found himself drawn inexorably towards her.  But he was a victim of propriety, and could not imagine it being proper to lock lips with a new student in the grand hall during opening ceremonies.  Wouldn't be proper...right?<br/><br/>He was saved from having to answer that agonizing question by the arrival of Aithne.  Korol actually stepped back, guiltily as though Aithne could read his intent in his eyes.<br/><br/>“I am sorry to interrupt but could I talk to Emily a moment?”<br/><br/>"No problem, Aithne.  Do you need me to leave?"  Korol didn't want to part with Emily right now, but even if he had to, he knew that they had planned to meet again, if for nothing other than flying lessons, at the least.  He turned to Emily, "Do want to pick a time to meet tomorrow?"<br/>