[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Stepping out into the courtyard, Arthur grimaced. He couldn't believe how horrid the food was here. He knew better to complain, he'd just be told to eat it or starve. Luckily enough for him, he saw Mona off on by herself, with a boy who looked like less than a gentleman, Roman, was his name he believed. He'd heard less than good things about him, to say the least. Thinking for a moment, he decided to visit Mona, stepping to her side and clearing his throat, he said ,"[color=4286f4]Mona! Lovely to see you, how were your morning classes?[/color]" He asked, before acknowledging Roman, and turning to look him in the eye. 

"[color=4286f4]Pardon me, I don't believe we've met.[/color]" He said, his voice calm and collected. He knew he was far from imposing to older students, but that never stopped him from acting like the bigger man. "[color=4286f4]Is this one of your friends?[/color]" He asked, turning back to Mona, playing dumb. He'd never expect Mona to associate herself with someone like Mona, but it was better to keep his mouth shut and let her speak for herself. He looked down at the food tray in front of him, and exhaled. He had to find a way to stop eating this slop. He briefly played with the idea of throwing it at the creep, but he knew better than that. Besides, he hadn't done anything yet, but Arthur had a certain lack of faith in Roman.