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Stacey sighed heavily. Music pulsed from somewhere, the bass making the windows shake slightly. Someone decided that they would use Muggle music using their powers with electricity. Stacey could have easily made the music stop, btu her new boss wouldn`t have been very happy with her.

"They`re enjoying it, Stace." The blubbering man stuttered. No matter how many times she corrected him, Stacey was now Stace. She hated the name, but she couldn`t do anything about it.

She now pushed four glasses of butterbeer down the counter with a wave of her hand. She had soon mastered the use of her powers-- using them to pour the drink and send them to their buyers. It wasn`t the best job-- being a bartender-- but it wasn`t horrible. She liked it alright. It was better than her coming job at the Ministry, and she wasn`t hounded with a thousand people`s powers.

"Here you go." She said, setting a refilled glass in front of a someone before taking a sip of her own. She wasn`t allowed to drink anything too strong, and she had to pay half price, but it was a job.

The air was dark and heavy. It was humid, and everyone knew that it was getting ready to rain. Stacey rushed into a bar in Hogsmead, her eyes searching.

She had gotten a note written in handwritting she hadn`t seen in a long time. It had just told her to come here at six o`clock. She looked down at her watch. Five fifty-nine. Stacey sighed and sat down at a booth, smoothing her black shirt down. It was been too hot today to wear heavier clothing, so she had a black tank top, jean shorts and sandals. Her eyes were dark and gloomy as she looked around the room with an expert gaze.

She looked down at the table and drew random patters with the tip of her finger. Where was he? She looked at her watch again. Five fiftey-nine and a half. She watched the small hand as it ticked towards the twelve.

((Pete.))

((Open, but please make a longer post.))

The grounds were dark and quiet. You could only see a sliver of the moon, so it didn`t provide much light, and the clouds covered most of the stars. A restless wind blew, making the leaves and bushes rustle against each other. But everything sounded muffled to Stacey, like she had cotton in her ears.

She stood with her back pressed against the school, the cool stone raising small bumps on her arms. She looked out towards the trees with dark brown eyes. She wore denim shorts and a short-sleeved red shirt. Her brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She didn`t have shoes. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing; she was breathing reather quickly for someone who was standing still.

After a few moments of just looking, she took a few steps forwards, letting the cold grass run over her feet. She took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh. Clean. She took another breath and started jogging towards the trees of the forest. In seconds, she was in a flat out run.

She didn`t really know why she ran, but it just felt like the right thing to do. She weaved through the trees without hardly thinking about it, her steps long and quick. She was faster than a lot of the people she knew. She could run for a long time, but she had had time to build her endurance. Knowing how to run quickly meant that you could run from bad people faster.

Not that she knew of any bad people that were curantly at Hogwarts. She just needed to run. Needed to feel the air rush in and out of her lungs until it hurt. She needed to feel free.

Her powers made her feel trapped inside herself. That was the only way she could explain how she felt. She needed to run, because running helped. She didn`t need magic to run, and that made Stacey feel confident. Anyone could run, but not everyone could use magic. Everyone could breathe, but not everyone could enjoy it.

((Seth wanted.))

Alice sat awake in her bunk in the girls` dormitory. Her eyes, usually a reflective blue, were the darkest black. The only way some one could tell the difference between iris and pupil was that the iris was darker.

Her throat burned horribly, like it was on fire. She hadn`t fed recently. In fact, it had been about a week. She thought she would have been fine, she had feasted in the depths of the firest, much farther in where the animals were larger and wilder.

She had been wrong.

In less than thirty seconds, she was dressed and perched outside on the roof, just above the window to the dormitories. The other human`s scents were too strong. Why didn`t they put all of the vampires in one dormitory?

Because they would kill each other, that was why.

Alice lurched off of the roof and laded on her feet, fifty feet below o the ground. She set out on a flat run, running as fast as she could. For a vampire, even, she was pretty quick.

She ran and ran until she was about three miles into the forest. She collapsed at the base of the tree, wrapping her arms around her knees so tightly that her hands would have gotten sore, if they could have. She listened intently for any sign of an animal. For any flicker of a heartbeat. She wouldn`t be able to smell anything, for there was no wind, so she stopped breathing so she could hear.

She heard nothing for a full minute. But after a while, she heard the faintest pounding of a pulsing heart.

The forest was black, blacker than night. The trees were darker than the night. Stacey walked through the trees, not worrying which way she was going. She had been in the forest much more than other students. Most were too scared that they would get caught within the forbidden trees. But like she was worried about that.

She finally stopped rather suddenly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She loved the smell of the forest, and she was so deep withing the trees that there was no way she would encounter another person. No one she knew came out this far except Ginny, Lavy, and the vampires.

Opening her eyes again, Stacey raised bother of her hands slowly. She turned so her back was to the tree, and turned her hands palm-up. Ever so slowly, it began to get cooler and cooler until she was shivering, but she didn`t stop. She was sucking the heat out of the air, and she wanted to try something. The reason she had come so far out into the forest was because she didn`t want to be influenced by anyone`s powers, like she so easily was. She wanted to know what her powers were, no one elses.

Taking a deep breath, she flicked her hands together. Ice exploded from her hand, and she grinned. She had never been able to use ice by herself, with no one else nearby. Nodding to herself, she quickly moved her hands back apart. Air whipped through the trees quickly, as if a tornado had suddenly occured.

She grinned, flashing her white teeth. With a snap, the wind suddenly died. She sat sat hapily, her eyes shining. She put her hand over the ground, only a couple inches over the bare dirt. "One more." She mumbled to herself. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes.

In a few seconds, she opened them again and a red rose was growing from the ground.

She sighed heavily. She could control all four main elements. The thought made her giggle, even though her stomach felt hollow from being away from Aiden.

((CLOSED. CLOSED. CLOSED.))

Stacey sighed. It had been a wonderful day and night, and her face was still full of excitement. Today she had married Aiden. She was not Stacey black any more. She was Stacey Gray.

Mrs. Stacey Gray. Married to Aiden Gray.

She giggled as that thoughts hit her. The fact that she was now married was still fresh and bubbly in her mind. It made her giddy just to remember today`s events.

"Hey," She greeted, walking back over to her husband. Husband. That made her smile, but she held back the giggles. She had changed from her beautiful wedding dress into a somple dress. It looked much like a bath towel that she had wrapped around herself, but longer. It was a soft black color. She had gotten rid of her pearls in exchange for some black diamonds, and she had let her hair out. It was now in curls around her shoulders.

"So, tell me... where is this fine place we`re going for our honeymoon. You`ve kept me waiting for what, three years now? Do I have to wait until we get there?" She met Aiden now, and laced her hands through his. She gave him a dazzling smile. The dim lights made her sparkle, even though she already was.

They were standing in the remains of their reception party. Everyone had left except for her parents, who were standing on the opposite side of the large room talking quietly to each other.

Stacey had pretty much avoided her mother all day. Shewas too happy to be angered by her mother`s nagging. It was her day, and she wouldn`t let anyone ruin it. But now it was time to go, she just didn`t know where.

[May 1:]

May 1: The woods were dark and the sky was barely visable through the leaves of the trees. Even the sky that was shown wasn`t very bright. The clouds were think this night and no stars nor the moon shone. The air was still and all was silent. The air was chilly and my breath came out in white puffs. I had jeans and an old grey hoodie. Thick mist swirled over the ground and my breath was loud in my ears.

I heard whispering. I kept stopping and turning around quickly. I felt... rushed. As if I were missing something important. I turned and ran, carefully weaving my way through the huge tree trunks. Within a minute I came to a small clearing. I stumbled to the center and fear filled my stomach. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and crossed my arms, trying to get warm. I turned around and the whispering stopped. I turned again and that`s when I saw it.

It was a dark hooded figure, its robes long and swirling. The edges seemes to disolve into smoke, but I couldn`t be sure. A silver gleam shone out from the hood and I stumbled backwards, away from it.

"Come here." I heard faintly, although I didn`t see the figure`s mouth move. I could just barely make out ihis mouth through the dark shadows that covered its face. The voice was definatly male, and I could tell that it was coming from the smoky figure.

"What are you?" I asked. My voice sounded too loud in the dense silence that filled the trees. My breathing had quickened.

"Why, I`m your dream, of course." I heard it sooth. Even though I didn`t trust the figure and wanted to run from it, my feet stepped toward it with a quick longing. When I was only a foot from the thing, it reached out it`s hand. To my surprise it was human.

I fell into its arms at once, my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear. "At last, my dear. I`ve waited a long time for you." It bent his head down to kiss me, but I pulled away, finally able to take control of my body.

"No!" Leave." I shouted. The loud sound of my voice almost hurt my ears, but I stood my ground. Instantly the figure changed. Now Aiden stood there, his crooked smile on  his face.

"AIden." I sighed, running to him. He chuckled and hugged me close to him.

"Hello, love." He whispered. He leaned down and kissed me. This was Aiden, and I loved him, so I wrapped my arms over his shoulders. The kiss depened and I pulled away slightly to catch my breath. He kissed me again and I felt the rough bark of a tree on my back.

At last." The voice was a hiss. It wasn`t Aiden`s. I screamed.

That was all I remembered of last night`s dream. I sat cross-legged on my bed, breathing deeply. My eyes were a worried purple, but I didn`t notice. My mother had gotten up exactly at six, and had demanded to know what was wrong. She means to be motherly, but that`s not how her actions and words come out. I told her I had been having dreams but she wanted more. I told her about my dream, skipping over the details. She had been brishing her hair as I was talking to her, so I don`t think she would have rremembered details anyway.

"Honey, I`m going to take you to a doctor. You`ve had way to many dreams lately." She had said. Her words had been slightly messed up because she had bobbu pins in her mouth, trying to perfect her simple pony tail.

Great, Mom. Send me to a shrink.

((I know the title`s a book. Deal with it. Seth wanted.))

Alice paced through the grounds, her speed slow for a vampire. Her eyes were brilliant and shining witht he full moon as she had just fed that night. The wind pushed against her clothes, but the chill didn`t bother her. Her short dark hair was whipped around her face, but that didn`t really matter right now.

As she hit the tree line, she looked around with sweeping glances that caught everything. She could sense everything around ehr from the insects moving around in the trees to the low growls of other creatures that had best not be disturbed.

She sensed soemthing comforting; something familiar and somewhat forbidden. But of course that made it all the more enticing. She weaved trhoguh the trees, her beauty so great and terrible.

((Let Leah or Sky post first, then when the other people can join. And, of course, Aiden HAS to join. Everyone`s invited, but act maturely or don`t post. Please. REmember, this is a Muggle occasion, not anywhere near wizard society.))

The soft murmurs and occasional exclamations of happiness were muted in Stacey`s mind. She heard eveyrthing, but took little notice of it. She was too busy staring at herself in a large, ornately framed mirror. Looking at herself in a mirror was not something she did often, in fact, it was something she hardly did. A small smile marked her face and she appeared to be perfectly happy. And she was.

In less than an hour she would be married to the one she loved most; Aiden. Her eyes were the most brillaint blue most people have ever seen them. Her ivory dress was spread around her perch on the backless stool. It wasn`t the most comfortable place to be, but it was the only place she could be without messing up her dress.

Her dress was a soft ivory and had an off-shoulder design. It draped beautifully onto the floor when she walked and had a distincive Vicortian look. She had roped of shinning perals hanging from her neck and they accented her ears, also. Her hair was in a French bun with gold accents in it, bringing out the natural blonde highlights in her hair. She rubbed her left ring finger absent mindedly. Someone that was with Aiden rigt now had her ring, just as she had his. It was firmly placed on her first finger-- the only finger it fit.

"Stacey?" A male voice called.

"Hmm?" Stacey asked, turning her head slightly to meet her father`s gaze in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" He asked, carefully putting a hand on his daughter`s shoulder.

"Yes." Stacey replied confidently. "Aw, dad, don`t cry" She sighned, turning around to hug her father.

"Don`t, sweetheart. You`ll mess up your makeup or something." He whispered, pulling away and whiping his tears. Stacey just smiled. "I love you, daddy." She mumbled.

"Love you too. But you`re just not going to be my little girl anymore." James sniffed. Stacey took her father`s hand and looked around the room to see her bridesmaids and female family members in the room.

((Open to oldies, please.))

The throngs of people in Hogmead passed the girl as if they hadn`t seen her. People were afraid of what they didn`t understand, what they couldn`t understand. They were afraid of Stacey. As she stood in front of the shop with tears running down her face. The tears had wet the fron of her robes and stained her crossed arms like rain stains cement.

People barely glanced at her; they just ignored the slightly familiar looking girl standing there. Her eyes were dark blue and glazed over with fresh tears. She stared unblinking into the window in front of her, even though she didn`t see anything in front of her. She didn`t think anything either. Her mind was completely blank. It was as if the tears she had cried had washed everything away. One could tell she had been crying for a long time; around her eyes were red, her nose was red and running slightly, and her hair was matted a little from pushing it away from her face.

But as the wind blew her hair into her face once more she didn`t bother to move it. She didn`t move an inch, a centimeter. It seemed as if she were made of colored stone-- an incredibly life-like statue. But you could feel the sense of saddness thatw ashed over her. She heard nothing of the people that had tried half-heartedly to comfort her, walking away before fifeteen seconds had passed.

Nothing. She was empty.


Someone rudely slammed right into Stacey, knocking her onto ehr bottom. She came back to the present with an umph! It took her a moment before her eyes cleared enough to see who had pushed her down.

((Ginny, Lavy, or Aiden only, please.))

The halls were all dark, and everything was silent. It was one of the few weekends that most of the students left for a short holiday. Stacey thougth everyone she knew was gone, and they wouldn`t be back for two days.

She sauntered through the cool hallways, her eyes a bright yellow-- almost the shade of a full moon. She figured she might as well go somewhere she hadn`t been yet. And there were very few places that she hadn`t been yet. She had already looked over the first, second, third, and fourth floors without finding anything new. It wasn`t until the fifth floor when she saw something new.

It was just a door. A normal door. She wondered why she had never opened it before. Of course, all of her classes had always been on the fourth floor or lower because the only class that was on the fifth floor was one she had refused to take.

She walked up to the door and raised her hand in front of her. She felt nothing of dangerous power behind the door, so she rested her hand on the latch. After pulling on it gently, then with more force, she pulled out her wand.

"Alohamora." She said softly. She door swung open with a soft click and she stepped inside, pulling it closed behind her. This wasn`t anything new, going into locked rooms and such,  so she wasn`t worried about it. Besides, she had seen some of the worst things a witch could see at this day and age.

The room looked empty, except for the staircase that would normally lead to the profesor`s personal quarters. She walked toward them now, walking up them slowly. After unlocking that door, too, she entered the room, closing that door behind her also.

She turned around slowly and her eyes fell on something she had never seen before. It was a large mirror with a thick stone frame. She walked closer to see what the carvings on it spelled out.

"Mirror of Erised." She mumbled, her eyes flickering a confused green. She now stood directly in front of the glass and she just now looked into the picture being reflected back at her. She gasped. What she saw made her turn around. Nothing. It was just her in the room.

She turned back to the glass.

She saw herself in a beautiful ivory dress, holding Aiden`s hand beside her. He was wearing a classic Muggle suit and they were both standing in front of a cathedral-looking building. It was their wedding day.

Stacey stared at the mirror, her eyes wide and now electric green. She raised her hand to the mirror, to touch it, but her hand only touched the cold glass. She realized her mouth was open and she closed it quickly. Shakily, she sat down to stare at the Mirror of Erised-- the looking glass that made a person see their deepest wishes.

As she sat down the scene changed. She and Aiden were standing in front of a small house and Stacey held a bundle in her arms. They were older, and Stacey knew exactly what the scene was. She stared at the scene for she didn`t know how long. But she jumped into the air when a voice spoke somewhere behind her.

Stacey sat on the floor of the common room, her knees folded under herself. Still in her school uniform, she had small, irregular pieces of parchment all around her. Each piece of paper had a small symbol on it, and each had a purpose. Most of the pieces had a check, but others had the word "chipped" written.

Stacey picked up a piece every now and then, only to place it somewhere else and pick up another piece.

Dadadada dada dum. Dadada dum. Da dada dum.Dadadada dada dum. Dadada dum. Da dada dum. The notes echoed through the otherwise silent house, filling the entire space with the classic piece. Stacey`s hands gracefully played out the notes on the grand piano, not needing the sheet music placed in front of her. The black and white keys answered her fingers greatfully, seeming like they were glad to play the notes that made up the slow tune.

The crisp moonlight filtered in through the large windows and made the room look mysterious. Stacey sighed and closed her eyes, her fingers still playing the tune. Her mother had just returned home from one of her "trips"-- a.k.a.-- she had left because she had gotten mad at James again. Well, now that she was home, she was dead set against anything magical. Of course, the house was protected against the Ministry, but neither James nor Stacey wanted to have to deal with Carrie when she was mad; she was worse than Stacey, and that was saying something.

The song continued for a few more minutes, then Stacey let the notes swell into a sad sounding ending. She sighed again and opened her eyes, immediatly turning her head to look out of the nearest window, looking for the moon. Her stomach churned when her eyes rested on its brigth beauty. The moon meant more to Stacey than it did to other people; the moon represented her other half, her only comparison for his perfection.

She stood up almost trace-like, and walked towards the window. She walked forward until her toes touched the wall. The moon looked so large out here, and that only made her stomach twist more-- no magic meant no Aiden, no Aiden meant big time blues.

The hollow feeling had entered her system as soon as her mother had forced her home from Hogsmead. Stacey had to leave quickly, and that didn`t help the feeling either. She ran her fingers over her arm unconsiously, for that was the last thing Aiden touched before she had departed. She remembered all too clearly their last moments together for now:

                      Stacey stood at the edge of town, her eyes dark blue and her back towards the place she never wanted to leave.
                       "Don`t worry about me," He had insisted, hugging her gently. "I`ll miss you, but I`ll still be here when you get back, love."
                       Stacey smiled at what he had called her. "I love you, my moon." She whispered back, unable to speak any louder because if she did her voice would crack.
                        He ran his fingers over arm arm, stepping back slightly. "I love you, too." He whispered. He kissed her softly, then Stacey had to leave.

She sighed once again, coming to the present time. Her eyes were dark grey, the color of anger and great sadness mixed together. She took a deep breath, the slowly turned around and walked over to the couch. As she plopped down, she started humming. She hummed the tune Aiden was sung to her, only a few days after they had met. Those days had some good and some bad times, but Stacey couldn`t remember them right now. There was too much bad for her to want to remember anything bad from her past.

((I have more, tell me what you think.))

((Okay... please people, I want a serious, long RP. One where it takes more than fifteen seconds to respond to. I`d like it if the posts were rather long. AkA: No One-liners.))

The trees loomed over Stacey like ghosts over a grave. The air was a soft orange and purple shade only a sunset could achive. She slowly pondered through the large trees, her eyes on the break where she knew the trees would end. Her denim jeans were stained at the knees for resting a rare patch of grass. Her light grey jacket had a couple leaves on it, but she didn`t care. Her windswept hair felt like it was a mess, but that didn`t matter.

The date of the wedding was looming ever closer. That wasn`t a bad thing, but things had been going much to fast for Stacey`s liking. It wasn`t that she didn`t want to marry Aiden, no, she wanted that more than anything else she`d ever wanted in her life.

The thing that bugged her the most was the feeling that she could make mistakes anymore. It seemed like everything was so strict and exact. She felt tied down. She now had more responsibilities than ever, and she wasn`t too fond of that. Just yesterday she had sent a letter to her father explaining this. He had always had a sense for making things better. He had described his daughter as a cloud tied to a tree. His comparison had just made her feel even more adult-like.

Stacey stopped a few feet from the edge of the forest, her eyes frosting over with a deep shade of inky purple. "I`m still a child." She murmured softly, her voice about as loud as a breath. She realized only a few seconds after she spoke how true her words were. She was a child entering the adult world. Willingly. She wanted to enter that world because it would mean she could spend the rest of her life with Aiden, the person she loved.

Sometimes when she mentioned that she was getting married, a stranger that overheard would give her a dirty look then rush away. She hated that look; it made her feel unresponsible, which she wasn`t. She had always been a lot more responsible than anyone her age, she had even made friends with people twice her age.

She sighed. "I`m still a child." She repeated.

Stacey slowly stepped into the Three Broomstick wearing black pants, a lime green top, and a denim jacket. She had been told to come here at this time, and she wasn`t told why, although she could guess. Her wedding was only a short time away and a few people had been dropping hints.

She looked around the dimly lit room, trying to find a face she knew. Knowing her friends, though, they were probably renting out the whole upper level. She sighed and walked up to the bartender.

"Ah, Stacey." He greeted, making Stacey groan; he was expecting her. "You`re wanted ups-"

"Yea, I know." She cut him off and relectantly headed toward the steep wooden stairs.

((Open to all girls! No guys, this is a bachelorette party. Of course with the hints Sky was dropping...))

Stacey sat at the tall bar in the dark Hog`s Head. Her irires were grey but the whites of her eyes were slightly bloodshot. She held a bottle in her hand that had condensation forming on the cold sides of it. She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a long sip, her engagement ring glittering in the dim light as she did so.

Her hair was slightly knotted and she ran her warm hands through it, not making it look any better. She was still wearing the white top and black jacket of her school uniform along with her scarlet tie, but had jeans on instead of the school`s dress pants or skirt.

Fire was everywhere. Around the trees, up in the leaves, licking the ground, even around a person.

Stacey stood in the middle of a rather large clearing, arms outstretched, and a large smile on her face. The fire fire pounding from her palms and fingers. The flames were swirling around in different designs, some swirls, some animals, and others were plants or people.

Her eyes were vibrant red, almost highlighter-bright. This wasn`t because she was mad, it was because she was playing with fire. She had never made something this large before with fire. The fire she made seemed to bend under her every thought, and it didn`t burn anything. Even the heat it gave off was more like the heat that comes from a fireplace instead of a bon fire.

The large smile seemed plastered on her face; her eyes were cheery and her face was stretched with the effort of her smile. She couldn`t remember being this happy just because of fire. Normally fire brought sadness or death, but Stacey had found otherwise.

((She`s in a good mood. Anyone can join, but keep her happy.  :P))

((Closed until Aiden joins.))

Stacey took a deep breath, her eyes closed and her legs crossed. She sat at the edge of the lake, facing the water. The air around her was cool and dark, hinted with salt by the deep water. A slight breeze blew her hair over her shoulder.

I can`t believe I`m seventeen. Stacey thought. In about four months she would be married to Aiden. She couldn`t resist opening her eyes to peek at the glittering diamond on her left hand. She sighed happily and moved her legs to hug her knees. The chilly air was calm except for the slight breeze, but it was comfortable and peacefull.

((Closed until Nate joins.))

Stacey weaved through the large trees, her eyes locked on the area in front of her so she wouldn`t run into anything. Her hair whipped around her face and her jacket was tight on her torso from the force. Her eyes were rich green, vibrant as a snake`s scales.

Her feet were bare and they pounded against the dift ground rythmatically.

Stacey sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the common room. Her light brown hair was pulled back away from her face and her eyes were flat green and locked on a tan quill that lay in front of her.

She had been working through the fire element and the problem she had with the voices that she hadn`t had mush time to work on the simple things, like levitation, and she was very much so out of practice. She lifted her long, pale wand and pointed the end carefully towards the feather. "Wingardium Leviosa." She mumbled under her breath.

The quill slowly lifted and Stacey smiled. "Accio." She whispered and the feather flew towards her. She caught it in her free hand, her smile a lot larger.

She felt glad that she could still use the more simple spells still, she had gone so long without practice, she was sure she would have forgotten.