The wind blew her long platinum hair, and the person leaned against the wall and looked into the distance. Her slender figure was wrapped in a black robe, but she was surprisingly unshakable. Her fair cheeks were a little unhealthy pale, and her silent gray eyes were a little cold. She looked like she was thinking about something, or maybe she was thinking about nothing at all.
A long time passed before she slowly started to move. She inserted her cold hands into her large pocket and left this world that belonged to her alone. Along the way, as the number of students in the corridor increased, more and more eyes fell on her. Some were curious, some were admiring, some were jealous, some were judgmental... She didn't care, and she didn't even glance at them with her gray eyes.
She's Olivia, a Malfoy.