After that discussion, no one was sure how to continue, so there was a brief silence as they all just focused on their food.
Then someone flew over them.
*CRASH
The student landed on an occupied table, then the rest of his momentum carried him over it, one of his feet hitting an unlucky student who was just trying to have her breakfast.
Almost every head in the cafeteria turned to see what happened, with a few students getting up from their own tables to see if he was hurt.
At the same time, plenty of eyes moved towards his launch point to see what happened.
"Ah," Place let out a soft sound of surprise.
"You know her?" Raise, who was looking at the same person, asked.
"Yes." Place stared at the woman who had a disgusted look on her face as she wiped her knuckles with a small cloth.
'Talk about a strong woman.'
He ignored the comment raised his hand, trying to get her attention.
He did.
Red eyes met green.
A grin appeared on Malia Blackheart's face as she noticed to who the raised hand belonged to.
"What are you doing?" Zandre urgently whispered.
"Don't worry, she won't attack without reason."
"How have you been doing, Place?"
She casually sat down on a chair as she greeted her new friend.
"There are a few thorns on the road, but for now, I am doing very well. Any story here?"
Place asked, gesturing towards the student she had punched over ten meters through the air.
"Never met him before." She stated as she stared at their trays of food, Place slid his a little forward in offering.
"It's the guy we met last night." Zandre spoke up, looking at the student who was now back on his feet, unsteadily.
"The one you fought?" Raise interjected with a question as Malia picked up Place's bowl of dessert.
"You fought him? Well done." Prismella was grinning as she stared at the blood dripping from what was probably a shattered jaw, that had multiple spells trying to heal it.
A few students were looking at their table, but the upperclassmen were keeping them back.
"A well-known source of anger?" Place asked as a student finally walked over to their table.
The small design on his shoulder denoted him a last-year.
"Everyone wants to stomp his face into the ground." She nodded gleefully.
"That is not a good enough reason for resorting to violence."
Everyone at their table turned to look at the newcomer.
"Oh shut it Fintam, He had it coming." Prismella replied to him.
'Fintam' was well-built, and had a sharpness in his movements and gaze that Place was quite familiar with.
"And once again, that is not enough reason."
He cleared his throat and looked at Malia.
"Excuse me, Miss? I-"
"Ahem." Place interrupted 'Fintam' from committing a mistake that he could very well regret.
"Good morning, I am Ald-placeen Cublue, a first-year, please call me Place."
He stood up and offered his hand in greeting.
"Good morning, I am Fintam Graad. A last-year."
Fintam took the hand and waited for Place to continue.
"A pleasure, I am sure that you are just doing your duty, but please do not try to force my friend to do anything."
Place gestured with his head towards Malia as he said 'friend'.
"This is for your own good."
A frown appeared on Fintam's face, but he did not take any immediate action.
"Could you give me a reason?"
Place gestured for him to lean in a little bit.
He did so, and at the same time raised one of his hands and cast a small spell.
A sphere of translucent light formed around their heads as Place leaned in to speak.
"What is he telling him?" Zandre wondered as he sat there, his food forgotten for now."
"I believe this miss here knows." Raise drew attention to Malia, who had reached out and taken his dessert, having finished Place's already.
"Good morning, I am Raise Lith." He was quite curious as to her identity.
She and Place seemed to have a good relationship. Place had called her over when he saw her, and she in turn, had grinned upon seeing him.
Raise tugged at Zandre, bringing him into the conversation.
"Huh? Right! I am Zandre."
Malia nodded and looked at the other female at the table.
"You can call me Prismella."
Malia nodded to show she understood, then swallowed a bite.
"Malia."
Raise's brows raised at that simple introduction.
"No last name?" Prismella asked, staring at Malia, who was 'inhaling' the dessert.
"People shit themselves and run away when they learn it."
At that same moment, the dome silencing Place and Fintam's conversation disappeared, and Fintam was sweating buckets.
"Like that." Malia gestured at him with a spoon.