<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>no one<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Emily sat quietly at the table, nervously looking to her fingers, currently fiddling with her skirt, as she tried very hard not to cry. As wonderful as these people were, they were not Aithne. The timid young woman had pinned all her hopes upon her dearest friend being placed with her in the same clan, even though deep down she knew that wouldn't ever happen. The two girls were as close as sisters, yet so very different in personality, it would have been impossible to place the two in the same clan.<br/><br/><br/>When her fears had been proven true, Emily was instantly lost. How was she to survive being alone? With her bottom lip quivering, Emily seemed to shrink in her seat, willing herself to remain invisible, much like she had done as a child. The idea of writing home, begging to be able to continue her studies as a home schooled student crossed her mind, bringing a small glimmer of hope into her dark eyes. She would send a letter home as soon as possible, perhaps she would be better suited to learn in a more private venue.  Her experiment in being with others had utterly failed before it had a chance to spread its wings and fly.<br/><br/>