ooc- I, Marcella, will be posting in bolded black.

Taking one last and final glance at the school that had been her home for five years, she sighed deeply and climbed into the carriage that was awaiting her. Spying the darkly dressed man, sat opposite her, she skirted his eyesight, feeling something incredibly suspicious about him. Shoving her suitcase under the seat, she stared long and hard out of the window, thoroughly miserable.

An orphan, torn from her mother at barely a year old. Passed onto an orphanage, forced to survive through torments and taunts. Then shoved to Durmstrang to study, although there had seemed hardly anything the teachers there could actually teach her. Drumming her nails on the windowsill, she groaned miserably, as she felt the carriages being pulled away.