[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

"You," Cassidy drawled, rolling a coin across her knuckles nonchalantly, "Look like you've just seen a ghost." 

Cass was lying down on a bench, her longcoat (which was a bit of a misnomer, really, because hers barely came halfway down her thigh) draped over the stone to keep her from getting dirty. She had on a bit of an eccentric outfit-white collared shirt, purple vest and tie, and pants and shoes to match. She idly rolled the quarter across her pale lithe fingers, practicing the little ritual a thousand times over. Cass didn't turn and look at Diego, but if she had, he would've seen one green eye and one blue eye sizing him up, both twinkling with the gleam that precedes any prank.

"And knowing this school," she mused, "Maybe you have." This, of course, was hearsay-Cass had arrived at the Academy rather recently, and didn't entirely feel qualified to comment on any legacies the place had. For all she knew, Mr. Flushed-And-Freaked-Out had been here for years, and would immediately recognize that she wasn't an old-timer. But Cass liked to keep things ambiguous, and never saw any need to tell the truth when a more entertaining fiction would suffice. Flipping the dime (wait a minute, wasn't it a quarter?) up into the air, she palmed it, then swung her legs around and hopped up in one nimble motion. She grabbed her coat and slung it over her shoulder, glancing around. Ah, a fountain. Cass flipped the penny out of her hand and it arced lazily into the water, splooshing down quietly. "Mind if I walk with you?" She, of course, had no idea where the scared senseless boy was running to (Or from), but she operated on a sense of whimsical adventure. Cass winked and walked to catch up with him, somewhat intentionally forcing herself upon him. The truth was that she hadn't really sought anyone out at the Academy thus far, and while she was a bit of a loner...friends were nice. New schools were overwhelming, and she'd rather not pull a disappearing act quite yet.

Cass brushed some hair-the streak of purple, as it were-back behind her ear, letting her bangs fall over the green eye. "Cassidy Lynn Daniels. And you? I promise I won't tell the ghost." Cass extended a hand to Diego, a hand that was sadly devoid of any electric-shockers or live hamsters or similar gags.