Elixir of Love 1

1 The great hall

Hazel walked into the Hanklyden, her footsteps echoing with every step she took. It wasn't quiet in the corridor but it wasn't as messy as one of the human bars she'd been to. It was just noisy enough for her to hear her own footsteps.

It was cold, the air seeping into her skin despite her jacket. She wondered if others of her kind felt the cold like she did—she had never asked for fear that they'd see her more as an outsider than she already was.

Hazel pulled her jacket closer, quickening her pace till she got to the intersection. Others crowded the area, making it almost impossible for her to squeeze her way through. When she brushed against them, they snorted and shoved her in a 'friendly' manner but she didn't mind. As long as she got through without a scratch—not that a scratch could bother her.