<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/>When Emily agreed to learn flying from him, Korol's heart leapt.  It was weird.  In all his previous relationships, he had never felt something so quickly.  But here was this girl who gave him goosebumps when she looked at him.  Then when she agreed to walk with him, he knew he was hooked.  Normally he would ask his sister about a girl to get Lili's opinion of her, but he didn't want to do that this time, because he didn't want Lili to find something wrong with her as she invariably did.No, he didn't need his sister's input, he knew Emily was a prize, a beautiful prize.<br/><br/>When Emily knocked over the chair standing up, Korol was amused at how flustered she seemed to be.  He knew then that perhaps she felt a little something towards him as well.  He helped her to stand it up and then he crooked his arm so that she could hook her arm through.  It was less intimate than holding hands, but more so than not touching at all.  He knew he'd look a little silly if she wasn't ready to take it, but he didn't care.  If it made her laugh then that would be enough.<br/><br/>Korol walked Emily over towards the wall.  "We need to stay in here until the clans move to their clan areas after dinner.  I wanted to show you something, though.  It's a little secret of mine that I thought might make you feel better."  Korol continued speaking as they approached the carved wall.  "I used to come in here all the time when I was a first year.  I would run my fingers along the carvings, sometimes tracings the figures and sometimes running along the long lines.  I imagined that if I believed hard enough that some of the magic of the place would rub off on me.  I can't say whether it has or hasn't, but I know that it made me feel better."<br/><br/>Korol took Emily's hand in his and placed it on the wall.  Holding her hand he began to slide it along one of the carved figures strewn amongst the woodwork.  "Can you feel anything, Emily?"  Strangely, all Korol could feel was the delicious warmth of Emily's hand.