Natalie Doherty

The morning sunlight shines in through the window beside the girl, causing her hair to almost glow. From what I can tell, her personality seems to match.

Rory: "I'm Rory, by the way, your fellow first year student at Avitus."

Alright, give me a name, cute blonde girl. An English girl like her with that hair… she looks like she might be a Charlotte, maybe a Lilly, or—

Natalie: "Right, introductions."

She sits up straight in the chair, looks me in the eye, and extends her left hand.

She softly clears her throat.

Natalie: "Hello, Rory, I'm Natalie."

Natalie. If ever a name suited someone, it's this name and this someone.