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Colby sat on the couch enjoying his rest and watching the madness that was the Cirque. There were people freaking everywhere. Everybody was so different. There were the college kids, who were here for the sole reason of getting drunk, there was half of his high school, who not surprisingly had the Benjamins to pay off the bouncer. Colby felt like he should have more class than that. His best friend worked here. He shouldn’t have to pay, plus Sometimes Colby helped Ed out of the sly while the manager’s weren’t looking. The kid worked too hard. There were, not to be forgotten, the notorious Cougars , that harassed Edwin on a regular basis. They were creepy. In Colby’s opinion, high school was a little too low on the cougar food chain. It was kind of sick. He smiled and watched as his buddy cam over after a while of running around like a crazy man. The things this kid did to pay his tuition. He really loved that music program.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long. Can I get you anything?” Colby smiled and rolled his eyes.

“No. “He pulled his friend down on the couch. Do they ever give you a break? I mean ever?” He said adjusting his glasses and resisting the urge to ask him to get him lemonade. He was kind of thirsty but he could deal. He did not want to add to the stress. He gave him a friendly pat on the back. He missed hanging out with Ed outside of school. The kid was always so busy. " There has to be some child labor laws against this. " He joked lightly. Out of the corner of his eyes a familiar form entered the club. He smiled and looked over his shoulder to take her in fully. It was Elise Chrystal, his other best friend. He smiled. She always looked so good. His eyes lingered on her for a moment then fell on her escort. Her boyfriend , Phoenix. Colby looked away and tried to hide the distaste. Colby shook his head. It wasn't right. he had never had a problem with Pheonix. Somehow recently the sight of him sent a slight annoyance into his mind. He needed to check that.

"Hey. Elise is here. " He said smiling. He pushed himself up off the couch. " Lets go say Hi. " He grabbed Edwin by the shoulder and pulled him up. He pushed through the crowd an made his way toward Elise. When he arrived before her he noticed the small group that had formed by the bar.

" Well, if it isn't the two hottest girls in the club?" Colby said playfully before going first to his friend Indie. He leaned over and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, like he usually did in greeting to her . Indie always looked great. that wasn't surprising she was an artist. If you were going to make the best clothes in the world, it should only be expected that you look great all the time. He stepped back and gave a friendly nod at NIck, Indie's boyfriend. " Hey Nick." He said n a friendly tone before moving over to Elise and giving her a similar kiss on the cheek. The synapses in his brain did a momentary spasm as he took in her sent. He took a step back and gave a similar nod to
 
     
 
M o r g a n






A place in my heart has to be earned, But once you are there you stick, like cement and can only be ripped from it by the roughest means. If you find yourself on the dark side of my beware. My bite is just as worse as my bite and our will have to work twice as hard to get back into the light, if you can make it.




GRYFFiiNDOR

xx{ Richard Rostow Worthington-Statford III }xxxx
      I am indifferent. I couldn't care less either way. He is not given me a reason to. *shrug*

xx{ Autumn Faith Vincent }xxxx
      A best friends. SHe is amazing. Totally my kind of girl. i wan her body and I am not shy about it. I would *** her in a heartbeat. She is dependable and fun to be around. Hurt her, you die.

xx{ Harper Rae Bennett }xxxx
      xxxx

xx{ Caleb Damien Ashby }xxxx
      Celeb, I like. He is sensible and a generally cool guy. He doesn't annpy me and that is a start. I find him very attractive. I can ignore the flaw in his blood, for he has proven himself to me.

xx{ Anastaysia Amberline Rose }xxxx
      (xxx)




HUFFLEPUFF

xx{ Addisyn Esther Delilah Timberly Bates }xxxx
      Don't get me started on her. She is a waste of time. I wish that we could just cut her loose.

xx{ Ronald Avery Beckham }xxxx
      (xxx)

xx{ Nathan Orin Alexander }xxxx
      My feelings are mixed. He is one mixed up kid, but he is mixed up in the right way.

xx{ Ninel Krylov Preobrazhensky }xxxx
      (xxx)

xx{ Alburne Jack Dyer }xxxx
      (xxx)



RAVENCLAW

xx{ Frederick Branden Foxborough }xxxx
      (???)

xx{ Wolfgang Carston Spencer }xxxx
      x...dont even start with me on this one.

xx{ Halden Bianchi Grieve }xxxx
      I like him. He is a year under me, but I am defintley attracted. We don't really see each other much.

xx{ Elizabeth Freya Cheshire }xxxx
      Me and Izzy are cool. We have solid respect for each other. A sort of solid, unspoken thing. Somehow I know that she would have my back in a pinch.

xx{ Analise Christelle Adega }xxxx
      xxxx

xx{ Violet Juniper Hawthorne }xxxx
      xxxx



SLYTHERiiN

xx{ Gabrielle Don Ivoire }xxxx
      xxxx

xx{ Blair Ellery Blackwood }xxxx
      xxxx

xx{ Tyler Kian Landon }xxxx
      I like this guy. He is a good quddittch player and has a good head on his shoulders. We could be friends.

xx{ David Mason }xxxx
      Possibly the most sexy creature to ever in habit the earth. Assuming not much has changed from the year before we are friends.

xx{ Charles Daniel Cheshire }xxxx
      Cool guy. Can be stupid at times, but I trust him. His sister makes up for it.

xx{ Charlotte Ruby Zabini }xxxx
      A best friend. Touch her you die.
     
©Leelee_mrazxoxoxoxo







This is the most unusual story of a most unusual girl
She's the paint in my picture, of a most unusual world
She can crawl out a frame while she's hanging on the wall
And she's calling my name
She's not so usual
Oh no, she's not so usual C':






xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoH E R A [ J.A.N.E] A Z E V E D O
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoMSA//Assistant to the President

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Purebloodxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


i.like.boys

p.o.w.e.r.f.u.l

Ipe, Phoenix Feather, 10 inches


                -----------imagine.the.truth//past.present.future

                            Hello. I see that you want to know a little bit about me. I guess that is ok. But before we start… I do not want any questions about internal MSA affairs. Those are off limits, so don’t try it.

                            personality/
                            /
                            Well, I am a strange case in the way of personality. I am quiet and generally reserved, but I am not shy. A lot of people think that in order to be quiet that they have to be shy and withdrawn. I just reserve speech for when it is necessary and when I have something to add to a conversation. I am actually very outgoing. Like to have fun and let lose. I like flying fast and other thrills. Although it doesn’t look like it I am spontaneous. I like to take advantage of opportunistic moments. I like doing things that have an element of danger to them, walking at night, swimming at night. I am also not shy about my body. I have a wonderful body and I don’t care who knows it. I love to skinny dip. It is one of my personal favorite pastimes. Anyway, apart from me loving to be naked, I also take a like bit of pride n my looks. I get it from my mother, who is far too vain, but anyway….

                            I can be restless. I have to have a task or something to do. I am a little of a busybody, but when I am on a task, or at work I focus like no other. I never stop until I get the job done. I can be rather persuasive. I am very persistent and come on strong in the workroom and when it comes to doing the best I can. I like my job. T keeps me busy and makes me feel important, being so close to the president. I love managing an itinerary. It is my favorite, other than when she assigns me a project to do on my own. I am young and content; maybe when I am older I will think about moving up in the government. Who knows? Quiet as I might be, I am ambitious.

                            I am stubborn and strong willed. This is kind of weird because I have such a low pain tolerance. I don’t like being used or taken advantage of. It ticks me off, which is not easy to do, but if you manage to make me mad you will feel it. I can be a tease at times, but what can I say. I am a physical being. I love being touched. Hugs form friends, other from others. I am not a whore but I do have my needs. If someone happens to have similar needs at the same time, I am more than happy to collaborate with them. I am careful and friendly enough. My downfall is probably my curiosity. I am like a cat. I cannot deal with mystery. I have to know. I also tend to be a bit nosy. This has gotten be into big trouble. When I am in bad mood I am horribly clumsy


                            history//

                            My history is not really anything special. My mother, was Elizabeth Horton, a witch from a America, she was a heiress. She wasn't and still isn't the brightest blub in the closet, but she is a nice enough women, who did all the things that a good upstanding heiress would do. My Father is from Brazil, Thiago Azevedos, he was also rich and also and heir. He met my mother when she had come to Brazil to vacation. They went on a tour and things heated up between them. Slowly Mama began staying an extra week, over and over until my father finally asked her to marry him. She said yes. They were young and quite honestly stupid. Within an ear they had me. My parents sucked. They were new and determined to do the parenting thing on their own, because neither of them liked the whole Nanny thing as children. It failed.

                            When I was one, my mother tried to take me out to the market by herself and lost me. This old muggle woman found me. She cared for me for a year. She had always wanted a child so, in essence she stole me. Apparently I did not react to this well. I missed my mom, so my magic began to come out. She freaked. She locked me in a room and fed me but other than that she just left me in there and let me cry all day. Luckily this was only toward the end of the year. After a month of that, the woman died. My parents had tracked her down and heard me crying in the room when they came to investigate. They were so happy to have me back. My mother smothered me for the rest of my childhood and until this day I am still afraid of the dark. I grew up happy and healthy from that point. When I entered the wonderful world of being a preteen I began to go to Ataguchu and loved it there. I loved being in the jungle. I can't wait to go back and visit. I was the top of my class and student leadership. I graduated and everything was good.

                            In the years following my graduation, I found my self lost. I did really have any direction. I rebelled, and partied, then I moved back home and wallowed for a while. It wasn't until I was 22 that I found a job in the MSA. I was just a mail girl at first, but eventually I proved myself to the president and she made me her assistant.


                            extra//
                            I like in a quite apartment near the MSA headquarters, and desperately want to get married. I want a boyfriend. Time has seemed precious to me lately, and want something more than my cat, Alora. I have already mentioned that I am afraid of the dark. The longer I am in the dark, the more I lose it. I am fine if I am outside. I am a registered Animaiagus. A small yellow bird.



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Trying and savin' the light
Thinking not of her own
And always kissing me goodnight
When I just need to be alone
She's so sweet
So discrete
-She's exactly what I need
Not even make believe...
she's not so usual...


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Oh no she's not so usual...
     


Alista Academy of the Arts was founded in 1940, by Megra Alista, wife of a wealthy man from Washington. Megra was born in 1910 to a wealthy New England family. From a young age she always had a passion for the arts, arts of any kind. When she went to go into that field of study she was disappointed in the education with in the arts and vowed to make and establishment for young people to come and grow. That is exactly what she did. She chose to make a high school, and not charge for children to attend. Alista Academy was founded on the principle of artistic excellence but not forgetting academic achievement. At first the academy was for all four years of high school, but after a few year Megra noticed that freshmen and sophomores could not keep up with the level of excellence demanded at Alista. So, in 1950 Megra restricted the admission to Juniors and Seniors in high school. Megra wanted students that were not only talented but willing to work for that talent. The academy auditions in 42 places each summer around the country. only ten new students are admitted each year. Students are taught both the arts and academic in both conventional and unconventional ways. Students are taught to strive for improvement and craft their art, a well as problem solve. The are taught to add something new to the wonderful world that can only be added by the arts. Dancers learn all types of dance. Writers write everything. Artists explore all types of art. The academy accepts students from all over the country and for all kinda of arts. There are programs for music performance, Dance, Theater, Art, and Writing. It is a very small school, very personal. So a lot of the classes are integrated. Alista searches the world for the best instructors, the most talented from all around the world. Student are taught in a laid back environment so a rich sense of community. Alista is now run my the oldest of Megra's children, twins Alton and Alegra. They now serve as Co-Principals, while her youngest son, Andrew is on the School's Board of Trustees. The school is located in a small rural town on the ocean near Grayland, Washington. The school boards all year long, and allows students off campus for trips on weekends.


OOC - Profile
 
     
 


I. Literacy.
This is a advanced literate roleplay. The minimum post length is 3 paragraphs of 6+ sentences each. That includes writers block/ Even with writers block you should be able to get 3 paragraphs if you have adequately described the characters feelings. It is not that hard describe things, show us, not tell us. Use metaphor and stuff or something. Add something to the rp with each post. If you can manage this I will have to let you go. Sorry.

II. Characters
This rp, in my opinion, is classified as a high school drama. I want characters with DEPTH WITHIN REASON. Each character should have something going on that that have to work through during the course of the rp. This can be problems at home, psychological problems, addictions, romance issues, or any number of things. I don't want any Mary's or Gary's. This can be cause for a denial of a profile. However, don't go overboard either. Keep the conflicts reasonable. Develop you characters. Give them a home life and keep their personality consistent unless there is a medical reason for it to be so. Make someone that you love and that we will love.

III. Attendance and Participation
I want my players active. Active means, obviously, posting in the IC thread. Also, I would like you to post regularly in the OOC. I ask this for two reasons. I want to know you, and the easiest way to get your characters involved in things is to plot in the ooc. Also, I want you to give you opinion on the rp and what you would like to see happen. I am open to any suggestions. I will give you and update on your standing weekly, to begin with.

IV. Profiles and Application
I want and reserve. To reserve you need to send a pm to me, Leelee_mraz. The title of the pm should be, "To Whom It May Concern". I want a explanation of the role you want, and a detailed time line of when you can honestly get the profile done. The Profile skeleton can be found in the profile thread. Use only real pictures, no Disney stars. I would also like you to provide a roleplay sample. For profiles title them, " Dear, Mrs Alista" and then send them to me. Upon approval you will post them in the profile thread. Follow the directions. If there is anything you want to include in your character that seems a little risky, ask me first.

V. Posting and Conduct
Please be respectful of me, others and the TOS. I am not going to go over the whole thing. Do not start fighting over stupid things in the OOC,. Furthermore, if that happens, or if there is animosity, Do not let that carry over in the IC. Be respectable. Be cool have fun. Romance is encouraged, but remember one thing. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Ariel are freaks of nature. Love at first sight is rare. Relationships have to be developed. I like post formats. Drama is always nice. Plotting is good. Have fun! That is what rping is for!
     









I. Literacy.
This is a advanced literate roleplay. The minimum post length is 3 paragraphs of 6+ sentences each. That includes writers block/ Even with writers block you should be able to get 3 paragraphs if you have adequately described the characters feelings. It is not that hard describe things, show us, not tell us. Use metaphor and stuff or something. Add something to the rp with each post. If you can manage this I will have to let you go. Sorry.



II. Characters
This rp, in my opinion, is classified as a high school drama. I want characters with DEPTH WITHIN REASON. Each character should have something going on that that have to work through during the course of the rp. This can be problems at home, psychological problems, addictions, romance issues, or any number of things. I don't want any Mary's or Gary's. This can be cause for a denial of a profile. However, don't go overboard either. Keep the conflicts reasonable. Develop you characters. Give them a home life and keep their personality consistent unless there is a medical reason for it to be so. Make someone that you love and that we will love.

III. Attendance and Participation
I want my players active. Active means, obviously, posting in the IC thread. Also, I would like you to post regularly in the OOC. I ask this for two reasons. I want to know you, and the easiest way to get your characters involved in things is to plot in the ooc. Also, I want you to give you opinion on the rp and what you would like to see happen. I am open to any suggestions. I will give you and update on your standing weekly, to begin with.



IV. Profiles and Application
I want and reserve. To reserve you need to send a pm to me, Leelee_mraz. The title of the pm should be, "To Whom It May Concern". I want a explanation of the role you want, and a detailed time line of when you can honestly get the profile done. I would also like you to provide a roleplay sample. For profiles title them, " Dear, Mrs Alista" and then send them to me. Upon approval you will post them in the profile thread. Follow the directions. If there is anything you want to include in your character that seems a little risky, ask me first.


V. Posting and Conduct
Please be respectful of me, others and the TOS. I am not going to go over the whole thing. Do not start fighting over stupid things in the OOC,. Furthermore, if that happens, or if there is animosity, Do not let that carry over in the IC. Be respectable. Be cool have fun. Romance is encouraged, but remember one thing. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Ariel are freaks of nature. Love at first sight is rare. Relationships have to be developed. Drama is always nice. Plotting is good. Have fun! That is what rping is for!
 
     
 




















I. Literacy.
This is a advanced literate roleplay. The minimum post length is 3 paragraphs of 6+ sentences each. That includes writers block/ Even with writers block you should be able to get 3 paragraphs if you have adequately described the characters feelings. It is not that hard describe things, show us, not tell us. Use metaphor and stuff or something. Add something to the rp with each post. If you can manage this I will have to let you go. Sorry.



II. Characters
This rp, in my opinion, is classified as a high school drama. I want characters with DEPTH WITHIN REASON. Each character should have something going on that that have to work through during the course of the rp. This can be problems at home, psychological problems, addictions, romance issues, or any number of things. I don't want any Mary's or Gary's. This can be cause for a denial of a profile. However, don't go overboard either. Keep the conflicts reasonable. Develop you characters. Give them a home life and keep their personality consistent unless there is a medical reason for it to be so. Make someone that you love and that we will love.

III. Attendance and Participation
I want my players active. Active means, obviously, posting in the IC thread. Also, I would like you to post regularly in the OOC. I ask this for two reasons. I want to know you, and the easiest way to get your characters involved in things is to plot in the ooc. Also, I want you to give you opinion on the rp and what you would like to see happen. I am open to any suggestions. I will give you and update on your standing weekly, to begin with.



IV. Profiles and Application
I want and reserve. To reserve you need to send a pm to me, Leelee_mraz. The title of the pm should be, "To Whom It May Concern". I want a explanation of the role you want, and a detailed time line of when you can honestly get the profile done. I would also like you to provide a roleplay sample. For profiles title them, " Dear, Mrs Alista" and then send them to me. Upon approval you will post them in the profile thread. Follow the directions. If there is anything you want to include in your character that seems a little risky, ask me first.


V. Posting and Conduct
Please be respectful of me, others and the TOS. I am not going to go over the whole thing. Do not start fighting over stupid things in the OOC,. Furthermore, if that happens, or if there is animosity, Do not let that carry over in the IC. Be respectable. Be cool have fun. Romance is encouraged, but remember one thing. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Ariel are freaks of nature. Love at first sight is rare. Relationships have to be developed. Drama is always nice. Plotting is good. Have fun! That is what rping is for!


Reine's comments: Despite the wasted space at the top, I like this layout, more than when there is the text at the top, though I'll casually scan around tonight for something that might look nice there.
     
Won't close my eyes
With such beauty to behold
I'd be a fool a thousandfold

You make life beautiful and the world a place worth living in
For you I'd take the fall again, get up and never give in
Dear Alista Academy Student,

It is a sincere displeasure to inform you that tragedy has struck two of our most beloved students. Quincy Geerish, star singer, and Amber Leday, star dancer, both treasured students were killed in a fatal car crash over the fourth of July weekend. We are deeply sad for our loss. You all know what these two students meant to our school. The will be greatly missed. We would like to be with you in your time of grief so if you feel the need to talk with a counselor don't hesitate to call the office or seek one out when you return in the fall. you will all be in my thoughts as we grieve together for our beloved friends.
Alegra Alista
Principal, Alista Academy of the Arts

Could this be true? Amber and Quincy were so loved? How could they just be gone. They were friendly and held the highest honors at the academy. They were friends with everyone. Best friends to each other. Everything is going to be different. But classes must go one. Dreams can not be stopped because of tragedy. The students and teachers at the academy has to go on. They all have there baggage, but can they handle it with this added grief? We can only watch and see. Everyone had some sort of relationship them. They were both sibling and significant others. Many people loved them in one way or another. Will skeletons come out of the closest? Will our young star be able to maintain their focus? Their inspiration? Can people push past or will everything just fall apart?
 
     
 
A L I S T A A C A D E M Y O F T H E A R T S
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NPCs

Algrea Alista: Principal, Daughter of Founder
Alton Alista: Principal, Son of Founder.
Andrew Alista: Board of Trustees member, Son of Founder.


Teachers:

??????: Science Teacher (Open)
??????: Math Teacher (Open)
??????: English/ Writing Teacher (Open)
??????: Social Studies Teacher (Open)
??????: Vocal/ Music Teacher (Open)
??????: Dance Teacher(Open)
??????: Theater Teacher((Open))
??????: Art Teacher (Open)
??????: Music Teacher: (Open)
??????: Guidence Counselor (Open)

Students:

Dance:

Boy (Open)
Girl (Open)
Girl (Open)


Vocal:
Boy (Open)
Boy (Open)
Girl(Open)


Art:
Girl (Open)
Girl (Open)
Boy(Open)


Theatre:
Boy (Open)
Boy (Open)
Girl(Open)


 
     
 


General Setting:


Dorms : There is one residence hall for all Students at ALista. Staff also lives here if they do not have houses in the Area. There is a Staff Suite on each on the five floor of the small, homey residence hall. The small building alternates boy and girl floors. Each room has desk space for each student. Two students per room. The male rooms have a similar setup, but more masculine decor. Students are permitted to bring their own bedding and decor. Boys are prohibited form female dorms after 9 pm. There are 7 rooms per floor including the staff suite.

Shower Room Every floor has a shower room. There is a adjoining room with lockers for changing and holding shower things, as well as a bathroom with several fancy bathroom stalls.
Rehearsal room There is one of these in the main building, as well as the auditorium. The dorm has one to be shared near the common room on the main floor.

Dance Studios There are two of these in the main building.

Common room 1, just the sytle. Common room 2 These are scattered all about campus. In the main building and the dorms.

Dining Hall Food is served buffet style three times a day.

Auditorium In a separate building from the main building.




Current Setting:


Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Morning Lunch After Class Evening
Sunny Rainy Snowing, Windy Warm Cold
     




M
organ gave a slightly stressed sigh and she ran the wand through her hair finishing the last of many loose curls. The silky blond curls tickled at the base of her neck. She couldn’t believe she was doing this…She hated dressing up. Her best friend, Autumn was lucky that she loved her so much. When she had asked Autumn to the dance she had expected the girl to say no and try to find a nice boy to go with. However, Morgan had been delighted when the voluptuous redhead had accepted. She would no doubt have the hottest date at the dance, But it came with its price. Morgan had not put on girls clothes since early this summer when her mother forced her to go to one of her obnoxious parties. Morgan turned her nose up at the thought of it. It was her mother’s sorry excuse for bonding time, when the wench was otherwise to busy for her. Mariam was dress her up and then flaunt her around the party, showing her off like some sort of doll. Morgan had gotten her back though; at each party she did something to piss her off, like sabotaging the food or sleeping with someone important’s daughter or son. Morgan thought that her mother would have stopped making her go by now.

Morgan always wore male clothing. Autumn had been pestering her since the invitation to wear a dress. She had told her no repeatedly, including when she had met with her earlier that day. Yet here she was, curling her hair in the most feminine of styles. Her shoulder length blond hair was down, as opposed to slicked back in a highly boyish form, she had magicked loose curls into them. She was wearing makeup, heavier that usual. A pale peachy color shimmered on her lips. The rest was done pretty natural. She looked at herself. She did look pretty hot. She smiled. Autumn was going to flip. She was still in her slip. She was saving the dress for last. Last minute.

“Looking good….” A hiss of a voice emerged from under the foot of her bed. If a hiss could be teasing, this surly was. She turned to see her yellow corn snake, Theta, poking out her small head from under her blanket. Morgan had received Theta for her 8th birthday. Morgan rolled her eyes. One of the drawbacks of speaking parseltongue was that her pet could always annoy her. She loved Theta but the snake had a little attitude that Morgan could sometimes do with out. Morgan put her hands on her. Morgan put her hand on her hips and turned to the side.

“Shut up.”
She said to the snake in Theta’s native language, unable to hide a small smile. She ran her fingers through the curls that now framed her face. She should probably go soon. She wanted to get there before Autumn, to the meeting spot at least. She wrinkled up her nose at the mirror and pulled the slip over her head. She could do without it. It would look better without it. In her black lace underwear and bra she sauntered over to her bed and slipped into the short and stylish black dress. Her mother had been so thrilled about it. Morgan asking for a dress... She had sent it right away. The note was still connected to it.

Here it is Morgan. Oh, you are going to look great See if you can get a picture taken. Won’t your friends be surprised? I love you. Please, do take a picture. One of Autumn too.
Smooches, Mum.


When the dress was pulled on she checked herself out once more. Perfect. She crumpled up the useless piece of parchment and grabbed her purse and wand and walked out of the dormitory toward the Ravenclaw common room. She heard the chatter of all the people who were no doubt waiting for their dates to show up. When she walked down into the common room the room fell silent. Then the whispers came. Morgan was instantly annoyed. She usually didn’t tolerate whispering about her. But her normal course of action might mess up her outfit. Plus, this time it was slightly entertaining.

“Who is that? “
“No way that is Morgan? “
“Whoa…”
“She is so hot.”

Morgan let a smile break as she walked out of the portrait, her strappy heels clicking on the stone floor. She passed more people on her way; they all had similar reactions, those who recognized her anyway. She felt slightly naked. The cold air in the castle nipped at the skin that she rarely exposed. Her legs seemed like were on autopilot. Somehow wanting to get this whole dance thing over with. If it were her choice she would be curled up in the prefect's bathroom with a book. Before she knew it she was standing in front of the obnoxious fat woman in the portrait in front of the Gyrfindoor common room. She paused for a moment. She probably should wait there and wait for Autumn to come out. No…she would be expecting that. Morgan stepped forward and said the password. The woman gave her a skeptical look then reluctantly swung open to let her in. Her and Autumn always swapped passwords with each other at the beginning of the year. It was a tradition. She walked into the opening up through the common room like she belonged there. She glared a snooty perfectionist in a younger year to silence as she announced that she wasn’t supposed to be in there. The little twit should know better by now. Maybe she would teach her a lesson later. She had bigger things to deal with at the moment, but seriously how many times does a girl have to be curse before she would just top talking to Morgan. you would think that the little twit would get the point. She reached the steps up to the dormitory and walked slowly and quietly up the stairs so she wouldn’t be heard. She opened the door to the seventh year girl dormitory and walked in stealthily walking up behind the gorgeous redhead that was her date, trying to be as quiet as possible, when close enough she stood still and put a hand on her hip, waiting to be noticed.


 
     
 
NAme: Remus John Lupin
Age: 17
Patronus: Wolf
Blood: half blood.
Wand:Elm,Dragon Heartstring, 14¼"
Personality: Remus is intelligent, calm, tolerant, gentle, and good-natured. Despite having suffered a great deal of prejudice in his life due to his lycanthropy, he has managed to retain an ability to see the good in almost everybody and is extremely forgiving. He also has an excellent sense of humour and, when he was a student at school, was one of the 'marauders'. He could be described as the mature one in the group, however, because unlike his friends he never partook in bullying and even became a Prefect in his fifth year.

History: Remus, a half-blood, was born in 1960 on March 10th. He was a young child when he was bitten by Fenrir Greyback, a fierce werewolf known to position himself in close range of children on full moons. It is understood that Remus's father had offended Fenrir which is why Remus was chosen to be attacked. Although Greyback usually likes to raise his young victims away from their parents to encourage them to hate normal wizards, it is apparent that this did not happen with Remus. Instead, his "parents tried everything" to cure him and did not inform him of who his attacker had been; it was many years later that he found out he had been bitten by Greyback
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Name: Lily Evans.
Age:17
Patronus: Doe
Blood: Muggleborn
Wand:Willow, Pheniox Feather,10¼", swishy

Personality: Lily is kind, and a wonderful student. She is patient, Unless it involves James and incredibly smart. She can tend to hold grudges and doesn't like to be wrong. She can be stubborn and persistent. She is known to be a charmer she is really good at talking people put of things. Sometimes doesn't want to show her true feelings. She is considerate and doesn't like to see things suffer.

History: Lily was born to two muggles in a normal English town. At a young age She met a friend, Severus Snape. They discovered the truth about her begin a witch together and despite a jealous sister, her parents were pleased and sent her to Hogwarts. Lily made new friends and fell out of relationship with friend, Snape. She also met James Potter, who has tortured her throughout her years at Hogwarts. She tried to gnore him, but for some reason he just gets to her.











Name: Cesia McDane
Age:17
Patronus: a Finch
Blood: Pureblood
Wand:Willow, Unicorn Hair ,10¼"

Personality: Cesia is a kind and reserved girl. She is cautious and can be a a little quiet around other people. When she is by herself she is joyful and spontaneous. She loves to have fun and enjoy thrilling things or anything that makes her feel free. She is really sensitive to human touch and doesn't like when people fuss over her. She is mysterious and secretive.

History: Cesia comes from a rich family from the newest line of hidden Death Eater families. It had never been in Cesia's heart to be a Death Eater. She doesn't hate muggleborns and has no wish to join Lord Voldemort. Her parents do knot give her an option. her father puts her under the imperius curse constantly so that she doesn't embarrass them. She is constantly beaten at home, in a attempt for her parents to force her to their way of thinking. It hasn't work . She fears her parents. She is scared that they are going to make her do something horrible. She just doesn't want anyone to find out.

     
"Arturo Andre Benedetto "
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                                Code name: Art
                                My hormones say I’m: male
                                I’ve seen too many candles: 16
                                I think I just orgasmed: at that beautiful young women over there.
                                The ruler says: five feet and ten inches.
                                I’m too scared to look at the scale: one hundred and sixty pounds.


                                You can’t beat a: Hufflepuff
                                My year rules the school: Sixth year
                                My wand is bigger than yours: Birch; Unicorn Hair ; 11 and 1/2 inches
                                I like to play the field: I am Seeker. I have really good eyes, seeing distance anyway.
                                Respect my authority: or not. I am pretty new around here.


                                I go bump in the night: I am a bit of a wild sleeper. I fall out of bed sometimes.
                                You can’t beat me: I am really good at charms and healing spells.I am really good at spell casting. I am very observant. I am excellent on the broom. No matter how clumsy I am anywhere else, in the air I can hold my own. I get hurt walking more than I do in the air.
                                My weak knees: I am clumsy, Horribly clumsy. I barely pass potions because I spill things and misread directions. I hurt myself all the time. My English is horrible. I know just enough to get by. I can write it well enough and I know spells to translate writing, but speaking it is my downfall. The language is still rather new to me. Like I said, potions and me don’t get along, not just because of the clumsiness. I get confused easily and over look directions. I have very bad luck with most animals. I have a horrible memory. I forget things. I lose things.


                                My blood results are back: Halfblood
                                My loyalties lie with: My cousin Milo. She is the only one I know that speaks Italian.
                                Muggleborns: It is not about the blood, but what the owner of the blood chooses to do with it.


                                This is me, this is who I am:
                                Ciao. Oh. You want to know about me? Um. Okay. Hello. My name is Arturo…oh you already know that stuff? Okay…um well. As you could probably tell from the accent, I am from Italy. I was born and raised there. My Mama was the daughter of a poor witch in a rural Italian village. The man I knew to be my father is a rich wizard from the big city. They met when he was visiting family for the holidays and he swept her away. They fell in love and after a couple of months she agreed to move into the city and marry him. Sounds pretty cool huh, except…Mama wasn’t having fun in the city after the wedding and displacement. My father started to work, leaving my mother home and alone with her big fancy apartment. My mother strayed. She met a muggle that delivered packages in the neighbor hood. They began an affair and feel in love. It turns out that mystery man is my real father. I have never met him and I only know this because my mother couldn’t keep it inside and anymore so she shared it with me on my fifteenth birthday. I wasn’t too upset. Me and Papa never really felt connected. Anyway Mama and my real Papa broke up when my mother ended the affair. She still loves the man to this day. Anyway. I came along and naturally she passed me off as her husband's. Papa came from a pureblood family that was slightly supremacist. So he went though a lot to get my mother accepted into his rich family. It was hard work. We lived a peaceful marginally happy life until about for months ago when my mother woke me up in a frenzy in the middle of the night and told me to pack everything I could in ten minutes and we left the house while Papa was sleeping. This was all after a big argument that she and my Papa had. They yelled in the kitchen that morning, then my father showed her something and everything got quiet. Mama then made me go to bed and in the middle of the night woke me and we went away.She started making me learn English. This was all this summer, mind you.

                                Mama had told me about my “aunt” and “cousins” who lived in the West, and I had met them over a couple of visits. but I was still rather surprised when she told me that I was going to go live with them, also when she told me that I couldn’t tell her that I was a wizard. I was kind used to this. My "aunt" and "uncle" are muggles. Mama always warned me not to say anything about being a wizard, with was okay because I couldn't speak English. One time I spotted my cousin Milo reading a magic book, a spell book. We looked at each other and we knew. We weere both wizards. I never said anything. We were both wizards. Anyway Mama left me there and told me that she would write to me when she could. Moira, another cousin, is scary and I wish that her parents were around more. She is very mean. Milo. I love her. Well anyway, I told my aunt I was going to some special school for Italian speaking students and went on my way. My surprise is when I got to the train that I had been directed to go on my cousin Milo was there too. I was so relieved. At least I would know somebody. Anyway that is pretty much my life.

                                Um…my personality?

                                Mama: Arturo, bambino, You don’t have to do this…* shaking her head*
                                Art: Yes Mama. * holding his mother in his arms* You are sick. You should not have to walk.
                                Mama: Bambino… I have a cold… that has nothing to do with my legs…* Knowing that she won't be able to get him to put her down*


                                I am a gentleman. I have really good manners and I believe that women are gifts and should be treated with the greatest respect. In the negative respect, Mama says that I sometimes go overboard. I can’t help it. She says I have been this way as long as she remembered. She says even as a child I was the good little boy who always wanted to help out and bring girls that were picked on to justice. Mama says I have a prince complex. I don’t get it. I just try to be nice.

                                Mama: Arturo…I’m not cold. Please put your shirt back on.
                                Art: You sure? I don’t mind.
                                Mama: Art. I’m fine. People are staring. * Points to the distracted females at the park.


                                My first girlfriend, Sara, said that I was oblivious. She said that I just missed things. She asked me if I knew how hot I was. I told her no…Then she asked if I realized what the way I looked did to other girls. I told her no. I still don’t really get it. Mama tells me that I a very good looking and I must pay attention to how close I get to girls and what I do around them. She says I do things to people. I don’t get it. I think that I am kind of funny looking.

                                Art: * sitting at the bottom of the stairs, hands covering a bloody nose* I’m okay!
                                Milo: "Stop falling, silly! I fall enough for the both of us already."
                                Art: * gets nose fixed* Sorry cousin.


                                We have kind of discussed my clumsiness already. I am trying to work on it. I don’t like breaking things, especially when they are on my body.

                                Mama: Bambino…I told you to get your socks out of the living room two days ago.
                                Art: * sleepy on the couch* I will in five minutes…
                                Mama:* shakes head * That is what you said two days ago….* picks them up*


                                Ok… I am a little lazy. It is part of my natural laid back attitude. Sometimes I just get a little too laid back. That is when I start to procrastinate or forget to set my alarm. I am working on it. Especially with the new school and all. Mama says that I will grow out of it as I become “more of a man”, Whatever that means.

                                Emilo, the local bully in Italy: Hey. I will give you this stone for your Lira. It makes you grow faster.
                                Art ( eight years old) : Really?!
                                Emilio: Sure.
                                Art: Okay!


                                I am trusting. I feel like there is never a reason to assume that somebody is lying. I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I am forgiving. I like to give second chances. Mama doesn’t like that about me. She says that this could get me in a lot of trouble. She says that people will take advantage of me. I don’t know. I just can’t find it in me to judge. I am not stupid though. I do not trust people that are obviously lying. I am good at telling and I let them know that I think so.

                                Overall. I think I am a good guy that loves to have fun. I am friendly and like to help people. I am a social person and love making friends and being around people.







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