<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>Ainthe<br/><hr/><br/>A soft pink glow kissed her skin as she gave her quiet apology, stepping clear of the boy she had plowed into, neatly moving to one side, keeping close to her friend and protector. Averting her eyes from his cold glare, the timid first year worried her bottom lip and tried to push the unpleasant feeling from her mind. However the grandeur of the room soon took over, preventing her from dwelling on the unpleasant encounter.<br/><br/>Standing a midst the other first years, Emily simply nodded her head in full agreement with whatever Ainthe wanted, following the taller girl into the center of the room. Her pretty blue eyes swam with wonder as she looked in awe, taking in the magnificence of the room. Her hand lay in her pocket, nestled under her cloak, fiddling with the doubloon, running the pad of her finger over its crest. She could hear someone taking but the words was not registering in her mind. Emily had been dreaming of this day for years and now that it had finally arrived she was undeniably overwhelmed.<br/><br/><strong> "Emily Anne Stone, please come forth."</strong><br/><br/>For a moment Emily simple stood her ground, looking about the room wondering why the girl hadn’t made herself known. The sharp tug on her arm signaled her brain into action and was quickly followed by a soft gasp when she realized the name being called was hers.  Moving into action, her blush warming her cheeks with an attractive sheen, Emily shivered as she slowly pulled her doubloon from her pocket and stepped forward.<br/><br/>The feeling of being the center of attention was not something Emily endured well. Each pair of eyes drilled into her protective shell, eating away at her protective armor to reveal the stunning, yet terrified girl normally hiding behind a layer of carefully crafted invisibility. Her instincts took over, quickly throwing up her emergency shield, reverting back to her youth as she closed her eyes, working under the guide rules that applied when she was a young child at the age of three. If you couldn’t see them, then they could not see you!<br/>