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Blithe Carlston was not happy. Not happy at all. She was sitting alone in the library, tapping her fingers on the wooden table impatiently. Her Transfiguration textbooks along with her notes and her History of Transformation book all open and spread out in front of her. Where are they?! Professor McGonagall had requested that she be a tutor for another six year. This would be their first meeting. And they had decided to be late. She glanced at her watch, a muggle trinket to remind her of the years she had spent and a 'slave' so to speak. Almost half an hour late. "What the bloody hell…" she muttered, slowly she becoming more impatien

Basics Name : Blithe Carlston Meaning of Name/s:  "Joyous" Nickname/s: Lith [Lie-th] Birth Date: October 16, 1981 Blood Status:  Pureblood. 1/4 Veela. Appearance Hair: Bleach White. [On Tuesdays and Thursdays it is pink, due to metamorpmagus] Eyes:  Golden Brown Skin:  Light tan. Height:  5' 6 ½" Build:  Average and muscular. Clothing Style:  She dresses mostly casually; she is usually too lazy to care about it. A sweatshirt with her favorite Quidditch teams, tee-shirts, and jeans. Accessories: A feather attached to the end of her necklace, as well as a r

Kempley Vitious honestly could not understand why she had gotten detention. One second she was in Charms, Crabbe and Goyle one either side of her chuckling and messing around.  Kempley herself was sulking at the fact neither Lizzy nor Oriane, hell not even Malfoy shared this class with her. And then, what had happened in the next twenty seconds had escaped her. The only thing she could remember was the many shouts of astonishment and the one yelp of surprise. Megan Jones had grown over twelve feet tall; desks were being knocked over, papers flying everywhere, vases breaking, and the very distinct laughing of her two companions.