Naia Bergren, who had only returned from the States a month ago, had regained full use of her British accent but still occassionally used American Muggle words that confounded her coworkers in a similar effect to the charm. This was the end of the first full, stressful week as her starting job as an administrate assistant to the Minister of Magical ( Read more... )

When she was a fourth year at Hogwarts, jumping at her own shadow, she never expected to become the deputy head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. The mere idea of working at the Ministry was abhorrent and horrible to her then, and yet here she was ( Read more... )

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((OOC Comment: Naia has no knowledge of The Game, she just is trying to rile up Colin ( Read more... )

New York, New York“No,” said Colin ( Read more... )

[charmed for Colin, Max, Hannah, Anora, Sam, Amorisa]

Ideas for Ruining Aunt Corina's Weddingspilling something on her dress ( Read more... )

Naia was sitting on her bed, hugging her pillow and leaning against the headboard. "So girls," she said, speaking both to Pearline and Lia. "What shall we do tonight?" It was a Friday night in the dorm, just after the holidays, and Naia was a wee bit bored of just sitting around, and even more bored of homework ( Read more... )

Naia sat at the Ravenclaw table at breakfast, perusing the Daily Prophet and reading the copy of the Metro that her mother had sent. Damn, Lindsay Lohan lost a bag of jewlry worth a million pounds, and the world stops. There's nearly a coup in the Parliment, and it's not front page news.

Naia sat in a public area of the castle, watching people and ocassionally doodling in her notebook. She had a little comic strip of nonsequitor stick figures. They were doing rediculous things, like making each other float.

Naia sat in the library, sneering at her history text in front of her. Blah, blah, goblin rebellion. Blah, blah blah.