Mandy/Ophelia
Irirs was a cutie, not that Mandy was going to say so. Instead she smiled at the girl, shrugging at the compliment to her outfit. "Yeah, thought maybe a dress would be kinda appropriate or something. Try to look like a girl." This girl was bubbly, moreso then Ophelia but only because it was obvious right from the start. Clearly personality was in their DNA.
Mandy could go on all night about how cool this school was, about the awesome people who went here and how interested she found it all. "Oh, I know!" she gushed, her inner brainiac kicking in. "It's like some kind of supernatural requirement, you have to be pretty. Or, well, at least not ugly. But oh my God, this place is so cool, like I've met vampires and werewolves and my roommate is a witch, like a real live witch how cool is that!" Iris had started a tangent that would be hard to derail.