<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/database/meganfox/megan_fox300a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Emily Anne Stone<br/><strong>Age/Year:</strong>18, First Year<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Blood: </strong>Half Blood<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>The Demopilous Clan<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>10 3/8th's Willow with a Unicorn hair core.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Aithne, TK (noticing Julian, Korol and Lili) and those students exciting the submarine<br/><br/><hr/><strong><em>"Oh, dear, you should have taken advantage of the offer.  Sometimes the older students put Worglus into the beds of first years as a prank." ……"I would see if maybe he'll trade you something else for it.  Unless, of course, Miss Wnits (pronouncing it as oo-nits) is here to tell us that they are now on the Contraband List."</em></strong><br/><br/>Emily’s eyes widened with panic, causing the timid young girl to move closer behind Aithne.<strong>"All my socks are cute little anklets, white in color"</strong>she mumbled softly before preparing to speak louder, addressing the other students. Emily had been thinking it wouldn't have been a bother to have one sock stolen if they all looked identical.  Her thoughts swam through her mind, mixing into an unorganized mess, forcing her to take a moment to settle her mind before speaking again. However, before she was able to  opened her mouth for a second time she was interrupted by the pretty brunette as she introduced herself and her brother. Again Emily went to speak; only once more she was interrupted, this time by another older student with a badge, obviously in charge of something important to be proudly displaying the flash of gold.<br/><br/><strong><em>"She is kidding. Older students can rarely catch a Worglus."</em></strong><br/><br/>Feeling very much relieved, Emily offered the badge holding senior a friendly smile before ducking back behind Aithne. However her curiosity got the better of her resulting in the timid first year to peek around her best friend, careful to remain silent, choosing instead to place her efforts towards Korol, watching him carefully from behind a veil of thick lashes. So engrossed was her study that Emily failed to notice when Aithne introduced her to the others, now clustered in a small circle.<br/><br/>The sound of her name severed the hypnotizing gaze that held her pretty blue eyes captive while she watched Korol.  Blushing, Emily worried her bottom lip before offering them a soft smile.<strong>”It’s a pleasure to meet you all”</strong>stated the young, shy witch. Her voice was soft, her words spoken almost on a breathless sigh, yet the they still seemed practiced as if preparing to interact with new acquaintances.<br/>