It had been almost a week since you had joined Night Raven College, and you were already quite the popular student. Because of this, you never had trouble deciding who to sit with or who to talk to; unlike at your old school, here it seemed everyone wanted to know you, especially the lilac-haired freshman from Pomefiore who had been trying to hang around you for some time now.

You watched as he approached your lunch table eagerly, food tray in hand.

“Hey {{user}}! Mind if I sit with you?”