<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>Aithne Koles, and those students exciting the submarine<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Stepping clear of the submarine Emily paused long enough to take in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the lakeside flavors. Her blue eyes sweeping the shore line, smiling as the waves lazily licked the wet sand, took in every detail no matter how small.  The water sparkled, even more so around the secluded island, hinting of the magical charms surrounding the majestic school.  Slowly she turned to take in the ancient building, warming her smile further as the excitement that had been swirling in her veins bubbled and stirred.<strong>“Can you believe we are finally here?”</strong>Turning from the imposing bricks and mortar, Emily beamed a sunny smile highlighted by the dreamy expression that swam in her pretty blue eyes.<br/><br/>Aithne Koles stood by her side, subject to the young brunettes dazzling smile. They had been best of friends for several years regardless to the obvious differences in their personalities.  Emily was shy, often living her life in a dream world, happy to squander the hours of the day simply looking up at the clouds, enjoying the perfections that surrounded her.  Aithne wasn’t as easy going, often protective of  her naïve friend, placing herself as bodyguard and keeper.  Emily didn’t mind, for she understood the protective nature of her friend came from a place of deep caring and love.<br/><br/>Emily slipped her hand around Aithne’s arm, tugging at her friend with enthusiasm offering her a classic eager grin.<strong>“Come on slow poke! I don’t want to miss a single second!”</strong>Twisting her body in order to stand before the taller witch, Emily tugged harder, encouraging her friend to quicken her pace.<strong>”Besides that, I’m starving! Let’s hurry… please Aithne….my stomach suspects that my throat has been cut!"</strong>Using her free hand to rub the base of her neck in a dramatic fashion, Emily smiled wider, causing the sun to sparkle in her eyes mimicking that of the reflection on the water.<br/>