That head of aureate is awfully glaring between the mousy and inky hair colours of her two sisters, who she would frequently trail behind from.

Though her looks never mirrored the image of the members of the House of Black, that snobbish attitude certainly will.

The streaks of sunlight bounced off the top of her head in the verdant courtyard, as her icy-blue eyes gazed down at you. "You wouldn't happen to be skipping your classes, right?" Her stern voice was dripping with a certain distaste.