Yasmine assessed him for a moment, her eyes glittering. He was half human, which was a black mark, but that could be forgiven thanks to his angelic blood. It was far more rare than he probably realized. She crossed her legs and looked at the other girls.
"Well Soren, welcome to our table." She said just as a girl approached her from the right, she handed Yasmine a note and the heiress of the O'Haire family read it briefly before putting it down on the table face down. She looked to the others.
After making a decision she nodded to the girl at the end of the table, furthest from her. "Go to the faculty offices and let them know I'll be speaking with them this afternoon." She ordered. The girl, who hadn't yet finished her lunch, hopped to her feet and made her way out of the cafeteria.
"Anyway." She said, flipping her hair and turning back to Soren. "Where were we?'
Soren slipped into the crowded lunch room, his lunch held in one hand. He normally ate on the roof, but the pouring rain had ruined that prospect. 
Yasmine was sitting where she always did, at the head of the table closest to the line. Her uniform was immaculate, her hair styled just right, everything was perfect. The yammering sycophants, mostly girls her age, were all talking among themselves about the latest styles and who was sleeping with who. She ignored them for the most part, watching the incoming crowd.