Florian crossed the cafeteria floor with the swagger of someone who believed the room existed for him to walk through it.
Conversations dipped as he passed, with a few of his fellow third year students turning to watch.
"Isn't that Florian's cousin?"
"Yeah. They're both grandsons of the principal. I heard they've got bad blood between them."
"Really? Then this should be fun to watch."
Florian's uniform was neat and spotless, and a faint glint of light shimmered off the rings on his fingers as he walked.
He stopped at Noah and Arlo's table, planting himself between them and the rest of the hall.
"Well," he drawled, "isn't this a sight? The prodigal Kael slumming it with scum."
His dark eyes flicked towards Noah, his grin twisting. "Tell me, cousin. Has our family name fallen so low that you're sharing tables with gutter trash now?"
Arlo's expression didn't change, though Noah sighed in exasperation.
