"Yes, thank you."

"I'm Raafi, it seems like I'll be around for a while."

"It is a pleasure, sir. I am Siesta. Forgive me... but is it true? You are Miss Scyelen's familiar?"

"Mmhmm. Well, something like that, anyway. I'm still myself, after it all. But-" he shows off the runes. "The spell did work for her."

"Why wouldn't you be yourself? Oh, but it is the talk of the school, you know. I for one am glad she has you to look after her now. That poor girl..." she shakes her head. "She's always been a skittish one, so nervous. I think she's very unhappy. But she has a very kind heart. Never takes it out on us common staff, whatever 'it' is."

"That's good to hear. It's very different here from what I'm used to, I think my world might have been a little better for her. But I'll do what I can, of course."

Shortly, they arrive at the kitchens, where a very large man in an apron is still in the preliminary stages of cooking for a cafeteria full of hungry students. He glares at Raafi like Raafi owes him money, and possibly insulted his mother.

He lifts his hands in a joking display of surrender. "Peace! I'm not here to disturb your cooking, I just want some fruit. I'll get it myself if you point me in the right direction."

The burly chef points him to the fruit without complaint, but he is definitely surly about it.

He'll take a few pieces and head back to the room, then. Is Scyelen awake yet?

Nope.

She is sprawled out fast asleep under the covers.

He leaves an apple and a pear on the nightstand for her and takes out his portable hole again, climbing down for privacy to enspell himself clean and change clothes. When he comes out he's added a pair of gloves to his outfit and has paper and ink and a quill, and sits at the desk to work out an explanation to try to send to his friends back home.

Scyelen eventually stirs.

She, it turns out, is not a morning person. She also sleeps naked.

She hasn't forgotten that Raafi is there, really. It's just that her morning routine runs almost entirely on automatic.

She crosses the room in a sleepy shamble and disappears into the alcove behind the curtained-off area. The sound of running water shortly follows.

He's gone, paper taken with him but ink and quill left behind, when she comes out.

Scyelen emerges, freshly scrubbed and more awake, and blinks at his disappearing act. Sighs.

She dresses in a fresh copy of her uniform and... right, they were supposed to talk to the headmaster. She heads out and goes looking for Raafi.

He's right outside the door of her room, leaning against the wall and going over what he's written, though he tucks it away when she appears. "I left you some fruit if you want to eat before we go."

"Oh, um, thank you."

She pokes her fingers together shyly.

"But breakfast is being served in the dining hall. Would you like to join me? It's okay if you don't, we can meet at the Headmaster's office, after, if you want."

"Sure, we can do that."

The dining hall is laid out like any school cafeteria, but appointed with opulent furnishings. Maids bring out fine plates loaded up with high-quality cuisine. Siesta is among them.

Of the students, most of those who were present at Raafi's summoning are present as well, doting on the various exotic beasts that accompany them. The blue dragon and blue-haired girl are over there, the girl with her nose in a book while a tall, busty red-head chatters at her while feeding an orange lizard thing that appears to be slightly on fire.

Raafi really never thought he'd see the day when he looked more out of place than a dragon, but, well, life's full of surprises. He sticks close to Scyelen, but keeps watching their surroundings, hoping to pick up on the details of the culture here.

(Scyelen sits in the corner, alone.)

These seem to be mostly what one would expect of teenagers of high social status in a school setting. Of note is that, though no one is going out of their way to hassle the maids, there is an air of casual disregard for them.

The food is delicious, though. This may explain why such a surly chef still has his job.

Lawful societies, ugh. He keeps watching, though, while he eats - he wants to know who's paying attention to them, who yesterday's hecklers are friends with, what the general tone of the reaction to Scyelen's summoning has settled into overnight.

A handful of random boys and girls are occasionally shooting Scyelen scornful glances.

A few others are giving them curious glances. The red-head next to the dragon girl is occasionally one of those.

In fact, after the first course is done, that very red-head sashays over to them. She eyes up Raafi like a piece of meat. "Well well well! I simply must inquire as to how a such distinguished gentleman as yourself is coping with our cute little class mascot?"

She pats Scyelen on the head. Scyelen appears very conflicted about receiving these particular headpats.

He regards her levelly as she looks him over, his eyes following her hand as she pats Scyelen. "Oh, settling in," he offers, in a tone somewhat more dangerous than the words suggest.

The danger just seems to turn her on. She continues to pet a pouting and blushing Scyelen's head.

"How wonderful to hear! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kirche von Zerbst, the Ardent!" She proclaims, her exuberance making for much magnificent mammary motion. "And I believe you called yourself 'Raafi', hmm? What an interesting name."

What the fuck is wrong with this place. He doesn't so much as glance down.

"Well, I'm foreign. -look, stop that." He goes to grab her hand where she's touching Scyelen.