<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>Korol, Aithne<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Emily’s eyes locked with Korol’s and for a moment the world stopped. The room grew quiet as the sound of chattering students and educators alike faded into nothingness. She felt herself leaning towards him, and a tickle on her cheek from her long lashes as they fanned, slowly blinking on their way to closing as if readying for a kiss. Had they been left alone for a few more seconds, then it was very probable Emily would have been receiving her very first kiss, ever! However, it was not to be. The sound of Anthie’s arrival banished the opportunity as her softly spoken question penetrated the fog that had Emily in its rapture.<br/><br/><br/>“I am sorry to interrupt but could I talk to Emily a moment?”<br/><br/>Instantly her blue eyes were flooded with a guilty embarrassment as she stumbled back, pulling her hand from beneath Korol’s. Her fluster worsened as she stumbled, fruitlessly searching for a pocket that wasn’t there. With nowhere to place her hands, Emily simply let them hang on either side of her body before clasping them in front of her, nervously twisting her fingers. Stepping closer to Anthie, Emily couldn’t find it in her to smile as she normally did. Not because she was angry with her friend, for that was the furthest thing from her mind. Her inability to smile came from the great embarrassment that plagued the young girl. In Emily’s mind there was always a reason to not feel good enough, and at the end of the day, it was those voices that haunted her dreams, keeping her from finding peace.<br/><br/>Any attempt to silently part from Korol however were dashed as the handsome older student spoke up, first to Anthie and then again, but this time the question was directed towards Emily. "Do want to pick a time to meet tomorrow?"  Dumbstruck that he still wanted anything to do with her, Emily simply nodded her head in full agreement before she realized that didn’t actually answer his question. With a nervous lick of her lips, Emily spoke up in a soft whisper<strong>”after breakfast?”</strong><br/>