"Hair," Helena commented as she flicked a strand of her dark hair away from her eyes. "I can tell which way it's blowing from because of the direction it moves my hair." She watched him as he lined up his next shot and landed the arrow on the target.
"Helena. I'm new as well. Just transferred here from New York." She studied him curiously. Most of the people she'd interacted with thus far had been friends of Kane's. But Van was new territory. "Which house are you in, Van?"