Scarlette Fleur Latera...<br/><br/>The tiny girl lifted her head to peer up - to see that her roommate was Andol. She felt a rush of relief, to know that her roommate was not some creep like last year. "Hello there Andol," she said, managing a smile which was rare for her. She glanced into the room with a soft laugh when he offered to take her bags. "No thanks, sir Andol...I can handle these..." she replied with a playful glimmer in her eyes, then entering the room. Andol was obviously fairly rich, unlike herself. When she was 9 years old her parents were killed in a carcrash, and as she had no relatives she had lived in an orphanage, until she was accepted into the school. Scarlette was actually half witch, her mother being one, her father a human. The only thing that had been left behind was a small aqua coloured sphere, quite small. She had once or twice seen her mother using it, moving her hands in a way so some sort of pictures would come out of the swirling mist like substance.<br/><br/>The 17 year old plopped onto her bed, which was quite stiff as usual, as the orphanage couldn't pay the school for any better. The first thing she unpacked was a photo in a frame, of a young girl, roughly eight with swirling black hair held in a high ponytail, grinning with her blue eyes shimmering. She had a healthy glow even though she was pale, and she was standing next to what seemed to be her parents. The young girl looked unlike Scarlette, just because she seemed so happy, so full of life. Scarlette gingerly placed the frame on her bedside table, glancing at it before continuing to unpack what ever small amount of things she had.