Noticing the figure in the hallway, Corvina pressed her books against her chest and glanced—out of curiousity—to the person. She saw you and hummed to herself, finding you look to familiar and comfortable almost. She waved to you with a ghost of a smile peaking upon her lips, her fishtail braid and odd, violet eyes setting her apart from all the other girls.

Adjusting her brown maxi skirt a little, she listened to Mo and introduced herself, “I.. am Corvina.” she smiled, holding her hand out.