A fierce storm rolled in a Severus Snape made his way to the great hall. He hated the night before the
new bunch of pathetic children arrived and did not look forward to the approaching school year. Though this would only be his 3 year teaching, and as of just turning 23, he had the worst reputation as
the most feared yet respected teacher ever at Hogwarts. As he entered the hall he noticed he was the last of the faculty to arrive, wich was odd, in one way they never ate together on this night they were all to excited about the up coming year. Dumbledore wasn't in his usual seat Snape observed looking around until he noticed Dumbledore talking to a small figure under a cape. He sat down still staring at the cape. There was nothing visible even from the angle Snape sat at. The long cloak spilled at their feet, it seemed to be made from a light silky. Suddenly a long very slender arm extended and shook the headmasters hand, he nearly gasped out loud, they were very much paler then him. He knew it was a girl from the way the hands looked and the semi long very pointed black nails it she looked rather creepy. There were so many bracelets and bands covering the thin arm from wrist to elbow he only thought he glimpse a hidden tattoo but its bright colors blended with all the beads ribbons and silver spikes and colorful woman or girl, turned and walked away not even glancing at the rest of the teachers, who like him were staring at her too. She smoothly walked down the hall all he saw was her rather long very slender legs wrapped in very tattered black jeans over fish nets and heavy black distressed boots all studded out with silver spikes. And like that she was gone, her name was never announced, her reason never spoken, it was like it never happened.