The room, while still sizable, had quickly begun to fill up with a crowd of faces. Some Dawn could recognize- Larke Sterling among them, given the connections between his family and hers- although, for the most part, many were complete strangers. She took another bite of her pancakes, considering leaving the table for a moment to greet those familiar few, although the sound of someone clearing their throat from close by put that plan on hold. Surprised, Dawn looked up from her plate to find another, particularly brawny student standing before her, waiting for a response. 

“Oh, uh. No, no, it’s- you can sit there if you want. Just me here.” She reached over, clearing some of her papers from the table into a neat stack and smiling up at him. “I’m Dawn. It’s nice to meet you, Duma. You were, um, on the bus, weren’t you? I think I remember seeing you there.”

Behind him, waves of newcomers continued to file in, grouping into tight clusters or hovering around the buffet. Most looked to be roughly around her age, although two of the people who strode in seemed a bit too old to be students. Professors, most likely. Dawn glanced absently down at her schedule, but there were no photos to confirm her theory- only names and classes. 

She supposed that she would find out who they were soon, either way.

That in mind, Dawn slipped some of the papers back into her sleeve, and turned her attention back to her new companion. 

[@Drazah]