These would be Anina's first year at this new school, not knowing anyone. Her first four years spent in the American school for magic and witchcraft. After all that's where she had been born and raised, that was in tell her muggle mother passed away and her wizard father thought it best go get away from it all. Moving back to his land of origin. Thus, it was clear she felt out of place here. Leaning against the wall watching the other witches and wizards talk and mess around.<br/><br/>A hand running threw her semi-long golden hair, the tips naturally a right red color. Odd yes but she seemed to pull it off rather nicely, her eyes a pail yet bright blue. Her new uniform already Americanized with two silver chains, her tie loosened and two pendents around her neck. Earring made of phoenix feathers in her ears, her silver wand hanging from her side thanks to it being stuck in her belt. More or less she looked like an American punk.<br/><br/>Head turning slowly when she heard a male voice talk, sounding only inches from her. Turing to see the rather cute boy leaning against the wall next to her, "Depends on who's asking?"