" Where do you think you're going?"
The short, muscular youth who had yelled had a smirk on his face. He stepped in close, getting right in Warren's face. His brown hair was stylishly parted to the side, and his deep blue eyes were filled with disdain.
He glanced at the emblem on Warren's lapel, and his grin grew wider.
" Huh, you're one of the talented."
He tauntingly jabbed Warren's chest with a finger.
"Still, you ought to know that there are rules in this place. When Axel speaks, you listen."
The hall had grown so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Warren stared at the guy, his eyes unblinkingly boring into the other's eyes.
Axel smiled in amusement. The soup bowl in his hand landed with a clatter on the tray.
"It's alright, Draco, leave him be, there's a first time for everything."
Draco poked Warren's chest again, slowly and deliberately.
