Isolde Thorne had dark green hair that fell in loose, slightly uneven waves past her shoulders, rich enough in color that it seemed almost black where the corridor shadows touched it. Her eyes were hazel-green, calm and clear, carrying none of the sharp arrogance Liam had seen in many high-ranking students.
Her expression was easygoing, almost approachable, with a faint warmth at the edges of her mouth that made her seem less like someone who held the top rank among the third-years and more like someone who had simply wandered into the wrong hallway without concern.
Isolde blinked once, then smiled lightly, as if bumping into Liam Hunter in an emptying corridor near the third-year wing was the most ordinary thing in the world.
"Ah," she said, voice calm. "Sorry about that. I wasn't watching the corner."
Liam's eyes remained on her for a moment longer than politeness required.
Then he said, "Neither was I."
