Arabella slowly trailed down the stairs, careful to keep her hands tucked against her side to avoid touching things. Ice didn't always form when her skin touched an object but she didn't want to take any chances. The girl stepped into the cafeteria and almost ran back out again at the sight of how many people filled the room. She wasn't a social person by nature and the fact that her parents had keep her locked up for 11 years because they were ashamed for people to know what she was didn't help either. Arabella slowly inched toward the line for the food, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on her shoes as she tried to hide behind her snow white hair.