Lottie Longshaw swallowed as she adjusted her backpack, gazing up at the looming academy in awe and terror. She picked at her jumper sleeve like a young child, impatient yet terrified of what was going to come. She pulled her waist length coffee brown hair over her shoulders and her face, concealing ochre eyes that emmited a faint glow.
She sucked in a deep breath and elegantly stalked forward, glancing past the other students in an effort to keep her head down. Lottie was short for Charlotte, but she preferred a short snappy name. She was tall and slim, not overly curvy for a 15 year old but was strongly built and muscular. She had a long gait, and walked like a dancer and appeared to glide towards the double doors that looked inviting and intimidating at the same time. She brushed aside her hair to gaze upwards, before pushing the double doors aside and slipping silently inside.