name: Emma Cone

age: 15

specialty: learning (everything)

Appearance: long dirty blonde hair blue eyes freakles

house: Gyriffendor 

--Syrina--

There was a meeting today. I know this because I was notified, also from the cheers erupting from the room, out into the hallways, which I could hear even in my dorm. I was invited of course- everyone was invited, but instead of those standard paper invitations that floated by magic to your location, and turned several different colors before exploding into a cloud of glitter that formed you message, I got a warm verbal welcome to the tune of: "There's a meetin' tomorrow. I guess you could come. No point to it though. You couldn't be any help."

I didn't go.

It is to the very last degree odd that only months ago we were all simply students, and now, with the coming of this equally odd war of ours, we are devided into ranks, groups, sides. But it is no matter. The other soldiers are not treated as roughly as I am, and that is my own fault. I can't remember speaking a single word in a meeting, or indeed, in any conversation. That is not a formula for popularity. 

The door to my room bursts open, to reveal a small girl, probably a first year. She is panting and it is several minutes before she can convey her message, and even then in her mangled, exited way.

"War  . . . . !"

"Now?"

"No."

"When, then?"

"Yesterday." The girl says smirking. There you are. That's the kind of messenger she was.

I growled.

"Two weeks!" She yaps, quickly. Never underestimate the good a decent growl can do. 

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I'll write more later!  

If i can stll join this is my format.

name Isabell Lampan

age 13

position in KAE soldier

specialty fighting spells

appearance brown hair, blue eyes, thin and agile

personality smart agile quite

house Griffendor 

Ivy~

I hear the commotion outside and have just enough time to see Serina storming off. I'm confused. What is Rachel doing out there? I call her in.

"I was just delivering a message," she says.

"What message?"
"About the war."

"Wasn't Serina at the meeting?"
She looks startled. "No! We told her she couldn't come. You said it yourself. Remember?"
No, I don't. I remember sending out the invitations on Friday that on Monday we were going to have a special meeting. I sent them to every member, including Serena, and I sent them the normal way, disguised as a school document. Which means only one thing.

"MARTHA!" I shout. "AND CARSON! COME HERE NOW!"
Slyhterins. The only slytherins who dare show their faces at KAE meetings. Martha's good at impertionations and Carson's good at potions. They're siblings and both in their seventh year.

"Do you find leaving Serena out funny?" I growl.

"Yes, actually," says Martha, giggling. 

"I will not stand for this. Go back to your dorms."
I quickly tell the ROR it cannot let Martha or Carson in until I say so. Next I rush off to find Serena.

Don't know if I already posted on this one but here it goes 

name: Emma Cone

age: 16

position in KAE: deputy (if that is ok with st owl)

apperance: long blonde hair pulled into a side braid blue eyes freakles tall pure blood pretty

animal : owl named Snowy

personality: kind and patient smart  

house: Gryffiendor  

Can't wait. When do we start? 

Conner~

I know it's only a few days left until a full moon. I nervously look toward the only other Ravenclaw in the room, a girl who I think is in or sixth or fifth year. I'm in my seventh. I finger my wand miserably and carry on with homework.

This whole idea is stupid. Why do the students have to fight? They're going to die anyways. This is real wizards' jobs. Not theirs. Who told them to fight? Not the wizards. They think they can stop be.

Hate to burst you bubble, first years, but you're gonna lose. 

-Syrena-

My door bursts open, yet again. Look how popular I'm becoming. To my surprise, though, the person that steps through is Ivy Johansten, Hufflepuff. 

"What is it?"

"The meeting- you . . . I . . . Listen, you were invited, okay? Martha and Carson were playing a prank."

"Hmm." I say, noncommittally.

"You know you're always welcome."

"Hmm." I repeat.

"I will make them pay." She says, brightly.

"Fantastic. I will too." I say, also brightly. We shake hands.

And that is when the window shattered.

That is when they attacked. 

(Ignore this last part, if you want! It is absolutely only an idea! Don't want to highjack St.Owl's plot ideas!) 

Ivy~

I quickly cast a shield charm as the glass shatters around us. I keep my wand out and look at the attackers.

Werewolves. Five of them. I back up against the wall, holding my wand up. My heart is beating rather fast and I hope they can't see it. Then again, they can smell fear.

"What do you want?" I ask. No harm in stalling.

"Meat," replies one. "And something to do."
Serena (that is your name, right? Sorry if it isn't I don't have a good memory) draws her wand and starts casting spells.

"No use," I tell her. "it's almost the full moon, their hide is too tough for the spells we know."
"Smart girl," snarls the same one. "Never liked those. Too tough in the head. Ah well, some food is better than none!"
They launch themselves at us.

"RUN!!!!!!" I scream, and we bolt for the door. The best I can think of is to alert the teachers.

Conner~

I blink. They students don't notice me. However, the werewolves do.

"No isn't this Conner? The werewolf kid who goes to hogwarts.."

"I would say hogwash." The werewolves laugh to the miserable joke. I growl.

"Oohhh, watcha gonna do? Cast spells on us?" The werewolves snarl.

"No, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna give up."

"Who said that we were going to kill you? We just want you to join us. You know we are going to win.

"Yes, I know. But being evil is not all fun and games." I feel fur crawl up my skin and I jump onto the first werewolf I see. 

"Crucio!" I yell, blasting one of the werewolves. It writhes in agony.

"You used an-"

"Unforgivable Curse," I acknowledge, "but this is war. I must do what is necessary."

Suddenly I hear the first years scream. "Ten of you, follow me!" I call. 

-Syrena-

Everybody panics. Wands dropped, spells forgotten, training out the window- all the students are zig-zaging across the hallway, looking like frightened chickens. In this chaos, it is noticeable. That we're kids, I mean. In all the meetings (not that I would know, except for the eavesdropping spell I had used, which kind of shows you how good the security is) it was a side note. A thought. Now it is much more real. It is apparent to me now, the gravity of this war we are playing at fighting. I think, reeling, that one of us- one of us children is going to die tonight. Probably many more. 

Alright, I think to myself, enough doom and gloom stuff. They made the first attack. We didn't choose. Now the worst thing to do is to be weak.

But my heart is pounding, my eyes are darting around every-which-way, and my breaths are heavy, rasping things that take more effort then they should. And-

Did I just see what I think I saw?

A boy I've seen before, a few years older than me, Conner, walks right up to a group of Werewolves and starts talking to them.

Great, I think, my sarcasm outweighing my sanity at this point, just having a chat, are we? What Quidditch team do you like this year? I think the Wasps look dandy.

Just the fact, in and of itself, that I used the word 'dandy' in my thoughts shows you my poor mental state at the time, and that was before the next development.

That is, Conner transforming into a Werewolf. I have a moment of panic, thinking maybe he was the traitor. Maybe he was  the one responsible for this attack. And then, redeeming my faith in the human race, Conner clawed one of the newcomers briskly across the face.

So, unless you can't tell, I'm not being much of a help at this point. I'm staring around, making observations. I should be fighting. This is what my training is for. This is why I am a soldier.

But I'm glued to the spot. I can't move. No, I mean, I'm actually glued to the floor. I can't take a step, or just merely step out of my shoes, as I'm barefoot already. (As I had taken off my shoes, in preparation for bed.) This fact upsets me much more than it ought, almost bringing hysterical tears to my eyes. I stop myself. Alright- this isn't the end of the world. Although, that is a pretty loose term, we could all die tonight, let's say, but even then the world wouldn't end.

Except, of course, for us.

But I force my mind still, and focus on the moment. I have my wand, I can cast spells. I'm not defenseless.  

At which point, Sarah South, in the midst of her battle with an intruder, bumps into me, sending my wand flying. After which, all of the windows shatter, sending hundreds more Werewolves in, along with many Death Eaters.

We aren't prepared for this, I think, before an awful dread fills me, and I black out. 

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Alright, I'll probably find some terrible spelling error or on-going sentence once I post this, but . . . .