"Why aren't you cutting them up with the paring knife?" asked Theo, finally looking up at his fellow Slytherin classmate. He was taken back. Just a bit. He saw that she noticed this, and saw a very quick expression of hurt. He bit his tongue, mentally smacking himself for being rude. It was her eyes. Her eyes were almost black, as if there were no pupils. The cauldron flame flickered to reveal another peculiar thing. A very pale blue, almost purple like a crescent on each eye. Her eyes looked like a certain phase of the moon. But once the flame died to only be flickered dimly, her eyes returned to their normal color. The darkest eye color he's ever seen. But it wasn't hollow like. It was something he could see himself getting lost in. Like the wondrous outer space that he gazes at every night.