<strong>Jeanne D'Arnise</strong><br/>While stating that she was the most unusual person to walk around the grounds of this post NEWT academy would definitely be an exaggeration, she certainly stood out. Fair, unblemished skin, wavy blonde locks, and a rather generously curved body certainly helped attract attention, but it was really how she was dressed that made her stand out. Garbed in an intricate and elegant midnight dress, a small patch with the insignia of the 'college' upon her breast, along with the small bow/skulls that were fixed to her hair added to the intrigue.<br/><br/>Jeanne, as always, was silent the entire drive, sitting calmly within the black limo that drove her, her thoughts drifting as she wondered what her new life on campus would be like. She was surprised when she'd gotten the letter, but ultimately happy, her goal of becoming an Auror not completely dead, or so it seemed. As the vehicle finally pulled up to the dock and stopped, she stepped out, part of the lace that covered her smooth legs visible, at least to any student that had payed attention. The driver (a kindly older man with gray in his hair) also stepped out, tsking at the fact that Jeanne had already opened the door. He helped the new student gather her things before he sent the quiet girl off with a nod and a faint smile.<br/><br/><strong>Much Later</strong><br/>Jeanne D'Arnise sighed quietly as she walked slowly towards where the gathering was taking place, her eyes taking in everything with a little bit of uncertainty and nervousness. She had mixed feelings about being placed in the 'Fox' dorm, yet the common room had seemed rather decent and to her tastes, so she supposed she'd been placed in the right one. Soon the young first year arrived to the cacophony that was the dinning area, the faintest of smiles forming upon her lips as she took it all in. She moved slowly between the tables, her dress barely shifting under her light and careful steps, her 'otherwordly' essence drawing a few glances here or there, part of it due to her Veela heritage, part simply the oddness of her clothing.<br/><br/>Jeanne briefly glanced to a small corner at the end of one of the tables, noticing a rather lack of people, the place previously occupied by Max. Being similar, she took note to use the place after speaking to one of the instructor, preferring her own company. Hesitantly she approached one of the witches handing out the schedules, approaching only after she'd taken a deep breath. As she came to stand in front of the woman, she extended her hand and smile lightly. "I'm sorry I'm late... may I have my schedule?"