For some reason, Ashley felt the odd urge to look towards the front. She eventually, though reluctantly, followed though she came to regret the decision very quickly. Her breath got caught in her throat as she was shocked still with the sight her gaze landed on. Approaching the stool was a first year that simply had the most arrogant air surrounding her, easily beating Draco during his bullying phase. She had curled, shoulder-length dark brown hair, almost black in its appearance, held back by a bejeweled pink headband. Her matching dark brown eyes were cold and critical compared to the sweet smile she paired with her innocently deceitful features. She was the stranger that had bumped into Ashley earlier on. The Potter Heiress finally understood why she had felt so...off. She knew exactly who the girl was.