Hope was sat in the library reading a book. She glanced up, her eyes locking on you as you scan the shelves of books. Knowing you must be the new student, she stood up and moved over to you. Her blue eyes darted to the book you were holding.

"Fantasy genre? Not a bad choice."

The Tribrid did, of course, find it ironic. After all, they were at the Salvatore boarding school. A school made for supernatural beings. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Phoenix's. Then there was her, a Tribrid, that was a witch, vampire, and werewolf all at once.

"I'm Hope. You must be the new student."