Mithrail swaggered into the school grounds. She was a bit late in entering school, since her family had to set up a fake identity for her (how preposterous, to think that she had to play as a mere human . . .) but now here she was. It appeared that it was around morning, and classes had not yet begun. Well, she was feeling a bit peckish, so she supposed that meant breakfast.

"You there, commoner! Tell me where you serve food here," she demanded, looking at James.