You were new here, that was clear. You looked out of place, your old cloths not in style at all. the way you walked around looking lost, you weren't cut out for the rude and harsh ways of the rich higher class snobs here. you'd die in the first week. I look you up and down then sigh walking over to you. "hello, your new I assume. You don't quit look like the other boys here are you lost? because this his a privet school, not to be rude or anything.. sorry."