I go to a school in England. You may know it as Hogwarts. I am fairly new, but am in my seventh year.
When I came into this world I was given the name of Ebony Raven Way. My name was derived from my long hair which is, your guessed it, ebony. I have purple highlights that I did myself, along with red extensions. I have blue eyes, black eyeliner really makes them pop, though the red eye shadow clashes with the icy tint. My skin is pale, black lipstick emphasizes it. Contributing to my completion is my heritage, you see, I am a vampire. People tell me I look very similar to Amy Lee of Evanescence due to my manner of dress.
A black PVC corset restricted my body to limited movement, it was so tight. It had lace and riffles extending from the bottom. They ran smoothly into my black denim miniskirt, almost looking like a dress. I wore light pink nylon stalkings under my knee high combat boots. My boots were pretty old though, the faux leather covering them was tearing at the bottom where most of the abuse on them has taking place, it was a bit hard to tell because of the scuff and dried mud that was ground into the bottoms.
I grabbed my lolita styled umbrella, and headed down the main corridor that lead to the exit of the building. As I stepped out I expanded the umbrella. The rain drops hit it in rhythm, making a pleasant sound that I slowly nodded my head to. I was relived upon looking to the sky to see the clouds shrouding the sun from sight, as it would not end well if I was in line of its rays for an extended period of time.
I noticed a small group of girls heading inside, running with there books over there heads to shield themselves from the rain that came down. I guessed they were taken off guard by the sudden drizzle. I felt a bit bad for them, but giggled as one almost tripped. They noticed and a few directed their attention to me as they went by. I flipped them off. I mean really, what did I do to them? I watched them scramble into the massive door. I began the ponder though, was I really justified in giving them the finger? Then again, I suppose, it didn't really matter. My train of thought was broken by someone calling to me from behind.
"Hey, Ebony." The stranger said.
"What is it?" I asked, in an annoyed tone, looking up. I soon resented my rude disposition. It was Draco (a pier of mine and fellow member of Slrytherin) who had sought to gain my attention.
"Nothing, muggle..." he said, changing his mind about starting a conversation with me.
I heard my friends coming anyway, so I got up feeling like a fool, and left him behind.