[h3][b][color=6ecff6]Celeste Azur[/color][/b][/h3] [hr] Cafeteria [hr]

[indent]It was the opening ceremony but Cel chose not to attend it. He was in the institute for two years now and most of the things they talked about in the ceremony remained the same. The difference was in the footage they showed the students to spur them on their studies, make them motivated to learn magic and provide service. He'd heard them, all right. And despite the beautiful, pleasant cold weather brought on by the rain, he wasn't about to interact and be with a lot of people.

Plus, there were always new students. He didn't want to make a bad impression of the academy, them seeing an upperclassman be unpleasant. They might get the wrong idea, and he was the perfect person to elicit that kind of judgement. 

So, Celeste was in the cafeteria, eating at a snail's pace - more like slower than a snail's space. There were a few people in the cafeteria and most of them were the staff. He didn't mind them. They didn't engage in small talk and wouldn't judge him for being the way that he was. He'd just grab and eat food and they were done with him. Easy.

But, he heard noise coming from the direction of the cafeteria's entrance. [color=6ecff6] [i] New students [/i] [/color], he thought. He scooted farther away from where they would arrive, albeit he was just moving slightly into the corner part of the bench and table he was eating on. He checked himself and nodded, nothing flashy again today. Surely with his sedate beige long-sleeved shirt and loose black pants was nothing too eye-catching.

He couldn't have another person get the wrong idea about him again. Oh wait, he's doing it again, living in his head, thinking too much. Cel sighed and waited for what's next. Misunderstood or left alone? Which one would it be this time?[/indent]