<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, Aithne<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Offering Korol a sweet smile, Emily linked her arm with his, resting her other hand upon her arm to complete the circle. Her body shivered each time it brushed against his, resulting in her smile growing as much as her blue eyes softened with the experience.  She walked with him, totally absorbed in his words, not to mention his kind and sexy eyes. Inside she was swooning, and hoping desperately that she wasn’t making a complete fool out of herself.  As Korol guided her around the room Emily took the opportunity to glance at Aithne, blushing as a soft and nervous giggle bubbled along her throat. Her blue eyes darted up towards Korol, spying him from the corner of her eyes before returning her gaze back to her friend as if to say<em>“can you believe this!” </em><br/><br/><br/>As he guided her towards a less populated area, pausing just before the elaborately decorated wall and spoke of his experiences as a first year, Emily’s heart melted, even more so than it had already softened towards the older student. If she hadn’t already felt the attraction for this kind and sexy stranger, she certainly would have after he reached for her hand to guide it across the wood carvings.  His question tickled her ear, causing her breath to catch in her throat. As a result her reply came out as a soft, sultry whisper.<strong>”My hand feels tingly”</strong>Emily replied though if the truth was known, she couldn’t honestly say it was because of the wall or if it was because Korol was standing so close.<br/><br/><br/>Closing her eyes, Emily drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of him, committing it to memory forever associating the heady scent with the man. Turning her head to the side, Emily offered a dazzling smile that danced in her pretty eyes. If she was to simply lean forward she could kiss him. The image of her carrying out her fantasy played out in the back of her mind feeding her romantic spirit and causing her eyes to drop their focus from his eyes to the shape of his lips before once more returning to his eyes.<br/>