Katiel followed Kari into her class, handed his letter to the teacher - a modest thing, simply stating that he ways new and his glasses were necessary to hide his eyes, which were 'different' and might gather him unwanted attention. He then sat down at the desk next to her, and gave an embarrassed smile to the other people in the room. A few of them took advantage of the minutes left before the class started to bombard him with questions, which he selectively and vaguely answered with the same sort of infuriatingly information-less answers that he had given Kari previously: Yes, he was new, no, he didn't know when he'd be staying until, yes the glasses are necessary, no you may not look at his weird eyes... and no, his accent was not British. After a few minutes of being grilled, the portly teacher at the front of the room called for silence and took attendance, before beginning a long lecture on some triviality of physics.
Katiel adapted quickly to the environment. He seemed able to follow along quite easily, and answered a few questions with surprising aptitude. He head a head for it, it seemed. In truth, he had learnt the basics of the subject from his tutor, who said that an appreciation for the logic by which the universe was made would reveal something of the mind of the creator.
Eventually however the bell rang and class was over. Katiel kept up much the same routine for the rest of the morning - silently hand the teacher his letter of introduction, barely answer some questions about himself, then occasionally contribute to the class discussion. Soon, it was noon. But as he followed Kari towards the lunchroom, the two of them were faced with an altercation - a large boy, holding another smaller youth aloft by the scruff of his neck, shouting something brutishly about a debt owed. Or rather, a debt perceived as being owed: it was quite clearly a shakedown. Katiel watched for a while, silently, following the line waiting for their food. After a minute or so however, his patience broke and he placed his tray to one side.
Katiel strode boldly forward and struck a pressure point on the back of the larger student's shoulder, forcing him to quickly drop the boy in his hands. The student turned around furiously, only to be met with Katiel staring him in the eye furiously from beneath his black-tinted shades. Despite Katiel being a fair bit shorter than this student, there was an mistakable sense of power about him in that moment.
"Get out." Katiel said, voice shaking with anger. "And in future, leave him alone."