Islay had been so utterly confused earlier. The poor dear had stopped and stood stock still in the middle of the corridor before she heard it. The clambering of feet as they trudged through the halls to lessons. It was just sheer luck that she had followed those same students into the very class eh was meant to be in. Her honey brown eyes scanned the room for something familiar. Her tran—wait? Since when was her skin translucent?

So, here she stood in the doorway of the classroom as she looked at her translucent arms. “this...is, trippy” she muttered as she shuffled to an empty seat and sat down as she looked around the room. Everyone was saying hello to the slightly less visible than normal headmaster...professor. person. Looking at the translucent girl who had just greeted their...whatever he was she decided to do the same. “Afternoon, Headmaster?” there...she’d done it.