"Who do you think she is?" Ron asked so loudly that Dean could have heard him at the other end of the table if he'd been listening.
"Who knows, bu t she's a Slytherin, so who would want to know anyway" Seamus whispered back.
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table to where the new student was sitting, drawing on the back of her notebook. Every few minutes she'd stop to take a drink of pumpkin juice or to push a strand of her short black hair out of her eyes. Her eyes... Harry noticed their shocking dark colour. They appeared to be a dark brown, almost black from where he was sitting. But as Harry continued to stare at her eyes, a strange thing happened. They changed colour from dark brown to amber, and then from amber to moss green. As if she had sensed him scrutinising her, she lifted her head, and met his gaze, her eyes flicking pale yellow with curiosity.
"Harry?"
Harry tore his eyes away from the new Slytherin to fin Hermione and Ron looking rather worriedly at him.
"Can't get enough of the back of Malfoy's head or something?" Ron joked, and when met by silence hastily added "You're not staring at... are you?!"
Harry replied with a quick "No", excused himself from breakfast saying that he felt faint, and left the great hall, to think about what kind of magical creatures had changing eye colours while trying to get to his first class of the day.
Arkatellea sat patiently at the Slytherin table. Her notebook covered in quick sketches of snakes, swords and people from her life.
"So, where did you say you were from?" A sickly sweet voice asked
"I'm from Holland, but I've been attending Finland's School Of Magic for the past year and a half, and other schools before that" Arkatellea replied calmly. Always the same story and questions in a new school, and always one sarcastic bitch who thinks it's her place to ask them.
"Wow! Finland AND Holland! You have come far haven't you?" the same sweet voice responded, almost sarcastically.
Funny, when she speaks I feel like throwing up or punching something, Arkatellea thought to herself
"Cut her some slack Pansy", a tall, pale, blonde haired boy said in a bad attempt to be friendly.
Arkatellea shot him a grateful look before looking across the room to meet the gaze of a brunette with green eyes from the Gryffindor table and watch as he stood and left the room.
Arkatellea excused herself and left breakfast to find her first class of the day.
