Ryleight Taylor -Not Done Yet

Name: Ryleigh Elisha Taylor
Parents: Stefan & Elisha Taylor
Siblings: Jeremy

Birthday: June 14th 1960

House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Olive tree 10 inches with Pegasus feather core
Patronus: Owl

Personality: She's intelligent and friendly. She loves learning but not to the point that she's a nerd. Ryleigh is very witty and considers herself to be smart. She loves the fact that she's intelligent but isn't usually that cocky about how knowledge about she is about school and the world. There are two things that she absolutely hates, spiders and heights. Besides those two she's pretty much a tom boy and loves hanging out with guys and playing sports.


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Hey

You're such a creeper So Quidditch match later? I'll obviously kick your ass but I'll go easy on you so you don't lose by too much.
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Me a creeper.. no everyone just loves me is all... and Yeah right... me lose to you... the only way I could do that is if I was nice enough to let you win.

You're so in denial. For both of those two things. First off I don't love you, secondly you are so a creeper, and thirdly I would so kick your ass, always have and always will

What ever helps you sleep at night ryleigh.

Don't you have a terribly empty feeling ---- in your skull? Because Sirius, I am clearly better than you. We can make you feel better though by proving "just how good" you are this weekend. We can have a contest.

bring it on small one...

Your face is so begging to be punched right now

:O I'm shocked! .. I thought we are friends? Why on earth would I want to get into a violent fight with you?

You know you just implied that you're violent And you called me small, just because I'm shorter than you doesn't mean I'm weaker. I can totally tackle you and knock you to the ground. How about instead of Quidditch we can play flag football, you four marauders against me and three other girls *grins* We'll win

hmm... * four girls tackling us....... sure when?

Two weeks, we both get to train. You can pick anyone you want to couch you

two weeks... then. Sounds good.

Good And the losers get to make up a song and perform it in front of the winning team in their underwear.