Stacey flinches as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She reflexivly snapped out her wand and turned her head. Her eyes were wide open now, and still changing colors every second. Red, purple, grey, dark blue, apricot, peach, gold, black, silver.
She lowered her wand when she saw it was Rhyme. She didn`t really know him very well; she ad oly seen him in passing. She narrowed her large eyes as she looked him over. Her heartbeat was still racing somehow, as if she had bee running instead of sitting.