Samira picked at her
skirt as she walked through the courtyard. She was mentally scolding herself. Over the summer, Samira had discovered a new love and obsession: fashion. But not just any kind of fashion. She liked out of this world, exuberant, daring,
different fashion. Something unique. She spent days putting together several outfits, and now her confidence was starting to slowly diminish. What if people thought she was weird? Would they make fun of her? (She hoped not. She didn't want to get a detention on the first week for hexing another student.) Originally, it seemed like a great idea. But now...
She sighed. You never really could know what other people thought about you, could you? She would just have to walk with her back straight and head held high, just like she always did.
She turned a corner and kept walking. Her boots were starting to really bother her feet, so she looked for somewhere comfortable to stop. Suddenly, the Slytherin spotted Levi, a nice boy who she had briefly chatted with at The Three Broomsticks. He was reading some type of magazine, and had something small and black on his arm. Curiosity swept over Samira, and she made her way over.
"Hi Levi," she said casually, still nervously playing with the hem of her skirt.
"What's that on your arm?"