Tonight is the Night to Prove Yourself.

[Anastasiya Emilia Baroque]

hey girl whatcha doin down there
dancing alone every nite while I live rite above you
i can hear your music playin
i can feel your body swayin
one floor below me you don't even know me
I love you

chorus
Oh my darlin
knock three times on the ceiling if you want me
twice on the pipe if the answer is no
oh my sweetness
means you'll meet me in the hallway
twice on the pipe means you ain't gonna show

if you look out your window tonite
pulling the string with the note thats attached to my heart
read how many times i saw you
how in my silence i adored you
and only in my dreams did that wall between us come apart

Anastasiya sung along with her small little radio as she danced around her room a hair brush in her hand. Yes even Miss Baroque had her stereotype teen moments. You didn't expect her to be all evil and proper all the time. as of right now Emmy was found with her hair in curlers a thread bare white tank and a pair of boxers she had stolen from Raiden. Hey they were dark green and silky could you blame her. She had her outfit laid across the bed but her heels had been carelessly discarded last night when she had stumbled in from the library at one in the morning. She yawned and twirled around switching the song on her stereo. Yes unlike Hogwarts electronics could work here but they had to be battery powered since this centuries of castle does not have outlets built in. She took in her reflection in the mirror and was a little disturbed by the large bags under her eyes. Yes all this late night hours were staring to wear on her and not in a pretty way.

She sat at her vanity pulling open the bottom cabinet and finding.....nothing. She growled looking around her room wondering where on earth her potion had gone to. One day Emmy had been experimenting with potions and had found one that clears skin with in moments, Oh course she had not tested this on herself but used one of the new pledges. I know what your thinking "OH MY GOSH" but it had worked out fine for the boy. Thank God. But now with circles under her eyes the potion was no where to be found. She was about two seconds from tearing through her room before she remembered... Celeste!

She snatched open the door to her room dashing through her private common and then into the public common. And there she was sitting on the couch the bottle open next to her on the table. A magazine up in front of her face and she smirked leaning across the couch and with her perfectly manicured finger pulled the magazine back revealing Celeste face covered with a layer of the potion. She stood up straight her arms crossing over her chest but a smile rolling over her features. Celeste had gained a habit of stealing her potions but for some reason Emmy could never really find herself mad at her.

"Now tell me why are you putting my hair tonic on your face. Thats going to make your mustache come in thick."

[Celeste Weasley]

Celeste was brilliant. No, beyond brilliant. She was a genius, only not as smart. Lesi smirked, picking up the magazine and hiding her face. Of course Emmy would find out eventually, but hopefully by then she'd have the face potion off her face and could pretend to be innocent. It never did work with Emmy. Celeste pouted, then turned the page. She would be in there a while, acting like a stupid teenager dancing in boxers and singing. She had a nice voice, a bit off key, but then not every body was perfect. At least Emmy could hit a note, Celeste couldn't. Not that that was a total lie. The song was a bit annoying though, reminded her of a muggle movie she once saw.

Celeste hid a smile when Emmy pulled the magazine, and gave her a guilty look.
"Now tell me why are you putting my hair tonic on your face. Thats going to make your mustache come in thick."
Celeste shrieked at her words, slapped her hands on her face, then ran to the nearest bathroom. She washed her face off as quickly as she could, then whirled on Emmy, who followed her. "That said face potion!" She gasped, then pointed at Emmy. "You switched them on purpose!" She crossed her arms and pouted. "That was mean..." She held up a hand. "No, I know. I kept taking your potions, but you never told me to stop. And if you did, I was probably roaring drunk." Celeste didn't drink often, but when she did she completely smashed herself. But she tried not to drink around muggles, or alliance members, lest she blurt something important out. Like the fact that she was a spy. Or betraying her whole family. Or certain missions she was sent on. Or anything else that would surely get her killed and shunned by her family.

She walked out of the bathroom, only to perch on the couch, and pick up her magazine, still pouting.

[Anastasiya Emilia Baroque]

She watched as Celeste tore out of the room so fast Anastasiya was amazed the floor was not on fire. She roared with laughter as she walked to the chair across from the couch and flopped down in it her legs crossing underneath her as she continued, until Celeste returned, to shake with laughter. Okay so maybe it had not been hair tonic but it was sure a benefit to see the reaction and maybe this would get it thought her head to ask before she borrowed potions. Maybe next time she wouldn't be so kind to label the potions she left in her drawer correctly.

As Celeste came back into the room Emmy had to bit her lip a bit harder then normal to keep from laughing. She flounced on he couch a pout stuck on her face and it was just to much Emmy broke out into laughter once again.

"Oh relax Lest it wasn't hair tonic. It was super funny to see you freak. And I have told you to ASK before you take things. You know I don't mind its just sometimes I need them and they are all gone. Plus it would be wonderful to see a bearded lady running around again. Poor Laciy Dayson. Never knew her soap was spiked. Oh the laughs we had."

She picked up the bottle and noticed a small bit left in the bottom. Hopefully it would be enough for her eyes tonight. If not she would have to go to the nurse and say they were a black eyes or something to get her to magic them off. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Her eyes traveled back to Celeste who was till pouting on the couch. Oh well.

"So what do you plan on doing tonight."

Her eyes were closed as she applied the last of her potion to her eyes trying to spread it out as evenly as possible. No need to look like a cheetah with the light and dark spots from applied rushing, how embarrassing.

"Going to see anyone important or semi-interesting?

{sorry about the horrid shortness. I am so bloody tired}