<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<br/><hr/><br/>Emily giggled softly, her hand still covering her lips as Korol did his best to assure her she had nothing to worry about when it came to idiocy. His kindness was rewarded as she slowly lowered her hand and offered him a brilliant smile. It was not one that was forced to her lips out of politeness or one used so often that it came off as being rehearsed. The smile that Emily offered was natural, sweet, and above all genuine. It reached the blue of her eyes and warmed her complexion, offering a vision worthy of a photograph.<br/><br/><strong>”I enjoy swimming…and…and running. It’s…relaxing but, I don’t exercise per say”</strong>Emily replied, her voice as quiet as a softly spoken whisper. Hanging her head, almost ashamed of her words Emily continued<strong>”I don’t play Qudditch…”</strong>leaning closer, her voice softened further before admitting<strong>”I don’t like flying…it scares me….I’m just not very good at it I’m afraid. I am certain you have many wonderful accomplishments. It’s easy to believe you must be very good at what you do….sports or…well…whatever it is that you enjoy doing….with friends I mean!”</strong>Emily added as she began to flush, worried her previous romantic thoughts might have slipped into her reply.<br/>