<div align="center">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae304/WhimsicalWhimzy/Stevie/th_Kiyoko_Hayley_154_ret_copy1_t607_zps9fce9449.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Stevie Arai</strong>\4th year Gryffindor<br/>Tagged: Charlize/Edgar and Mori</strong></div><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173797.msg8251485#msg8251485">Quote from: Jane Storm on 19-05-2013, 15:01:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Charlize Renard, 4th year Gryffindor<br/>Tagging:</strong> Stevie, Edgar and Mori<br/><br/>"Wait..what?" she asked suddenly realizing what Stevie just said. "You spend time with Xavril? Like..alone?" <br/><br/>Charlize looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and admiration in her amber eyes, but then something distracted the normal flow of everyone's conversations. They all heard a loud flapping of the wings which was more akin to a buzzing sound and in the next moment the main hall was assaulted by a flock of tiny red birds. They were so many in number, that it was difficult to tell them apart.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lifting a brow, Stevie stared at Charlize for a moment. " Yeah<em>alone,</em>not like that kind of alone,  But we hung out and stuff, went to some musical festivals too"  Just as she was trying to figure out why it would matter either way. An old man walked into the great hall, after a few moments of staring at that weird absent smile, Stevie finally remembered that old face. Flich! That crazy weird guy with the cat. Shaking her head, she once again turned toward those at her table, mainly Charlize and Edgar when...<br/><br/>Birds... an absurd amount of red birds suddenly appeared in the main hall!<br/><br/>" Ah! What the hell is that!" Swatting at a pesky feathered creature, Stevie ducked low even as she kept a careful eye on the things. Any thoughts or comments she'd been about to say vanished as she protected her food and her head from the little things flying above them all. Poor Baba had taken cover at the first flap of a wing, the rat was currently quivering in her robe pocket. Spying Mori take his prize under the table, Stevie couldn't help but smile. It figured.<br/><br/>Pulling out her wand, she looked to the others. " What's with the birds?"