Norvel felt decidedly relieved as he realized Alex didn't seem like someone who'd be too hard to get along with. "Oh thank Merlin," he said as he shook her hand a little too enthusiastically. A rather crooked smile started to make its way onto his face. "I thought I'd never find someone to sit with..." He looked up to her hopefully, undoubtedly already wondering if they could be friends. 

The boy gave her a rather thoughtful look as he settled down in his seat and drummed his fingers against the table. She didn't seem like a bad person... from the few sentences he'd heard her speak. But then again, he'd never been one to be picky about friends. So he'd just go along with the flow and see how things went then, he guessed.

"Uh... oh yeah, the name's Norvel. Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier," he said rather apologetically, then paused for a moment before continuing on, "So do ya know anyone here? None of my... friends go here, anyway." Norvel said the word "friends" rather gingerly, as if afraid that saying it too loud would've caused the ceiling to cave in or one of the teachers to suddenly swerve around and glare in their direction. 

The boy's gaze darted from the teachers to Alex and then to the teachers again for a moment, but then he shook his head and focused his attention on his plate instead. He stabbed at some steak with his fork, putting a little too much vigor into the motions and muttered something barely audible about "houses on fire".