Avery Isabella Grace walked down the hall. She had a song stuck in her head and she couldn't help humming it. Her hazel eyes scanned for a familar face. She doubted she would find one since she hardly knew anyone anyway. Most people didn't talk to her. She was like the new girl. No one knew what to make of her so no one bothered to become friends with her. They usually didn't talk to her after she told them her parents died when she was young.

Her skin was ivory and her eyes were hazel. She wore smokey eye shadow and her lips were ruby red. In her mouth she wore fake vampire fangs that you stuck to your canines. She didn't know why she wore them, she just liked to. Avery's hair was pitch black with a few extentions. She had a petite and elegant frame and she was around 5 feet tall. A bit short for a sixteen year old girl.

She passed a fourth year boy, her strawberry and green apple scent filling his nostrils. The smell was tantalizing. But in truth it was just soap. She wasn't a Veela or anything. She was a normal witch that had a tendancy to lose control of her magic every now and then. Her black hair flowed like silk down her back. She had on muggle clothes. She was planning to swim in the lake later that day. She had on a yellow tutu over skinny jeans. She had on a black t-shirt and yellow converses.