There was rustling followed by a boy about my age with a loose black shirt and long dark blue pants, he was cute in a way with smooth pale skin, reddened cheeks, and a few freckles spread on the bridge of his small delicate nose, longish soft looking white hair covered his head with a curious sole black lock of hair in the side, 'I guess its part of his hair too judging from the texture' I thought silently, he also had the most big and innocent eyes I had ever seen in a beautiful aquamarine shade, he looked dashingly adorable yet he had this dangerous aurora coming from him and a long thin scar running down his right cheek and past his neck going underneath his shirt. I sighed and adjusted the black basket full of herbs in my arm and asked "and who might you be?" in a uncaring voice although on the inside I was boiling with excitement and curiosity.