Paige was walking through the dark halls of the academy when she heard the murmur of students.  As she approached the classroom, she could hear the talk of ghost stories, and other things that go bump in the night.  While she was very familiar with the dark side, ghost stories always were something of interest to her.   Deciding to crash the party, she enters the classroom and finds a quiet little corner to sit in.<br/><br/>As she hunkers down into the shadows of the corner, her dark, gothic appearance helps her to blend in.  That's how she liked it.  Her preference was to hang back in the shadows most of the time.  Often times she was ridiculed due to the fact that she believed heavely in the dark arts and witch craft.  Remaining invisible was her way of avoiding that.  The only thing brightly visible was the red strip of hair that hung down in her face.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but notice someone ridiculing the cute little ghost story, and she frowned.  Why did this guy care so much?  Yes, she was very aware of the dark things that existed in this world, and the next, but it never hurt to have a little fun with silly stories.  It was her intent to say something, but since the guy had decided to listen to music instead, she bit her tongue and sighed.  Fighting right now would only ruin everyone's mood even further.