Llewelyn Ambrose turned the corner, feeling slightly faint. She hadn't had the time to eat before she'd left the house, and the effects were beginning to take their toll. She began to scan the corridor for some kind of vending machine, when her eyes fell upon a young girl with peculiar hair sitting in a seat opposite her.

Llewelyn ignored her momentarily while walking to the vending machine to her far left. She flipped her silky black hair behind shoulder and considered her options; there weren't many. Her only remotely appetizing options were a peanut-covered coconut, a bag of pumpkin chips, and a lemon flavored chocolate frog. None of them actually sounded too wonderful, but she figured she'd keep it safe and chose the pumpkin chips, inserting her coins and taking her prize. She walked to a chair opposite the girl with peculiar hair and sat.

As she munched thoughtfully on the pumpkin chips, she eyed the girl sitting opposite her. Her hair really was rather peculiar, the red with the lightning blue streak. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'Who am I to judge?' Seeing as how there was really no one else to talk to, Llewelyn scooted her chair next to the girl's, extended a porcelain hand, and said:

"Llewelyn Ambrose."