Garlic Manifesto (Seb)

The days classes had gone relatively well, and Seb thought that he was maybe starting to get the hang of group learning. Before Hammel he'd only ever been home schooled by his parents so suddenly finding himself flung into a room filled with other freakish students was incredibly difficult for him. He desperately wanted to learn and do well, but it was so hard when he spent most of his time trying to avoid the attentions of both the teachers and the rest of the student body.

Meal times were always moments that he dreaded, but over time the blonde was slowly starting to adjust to the routine. He knew when the cafeteria would be busiest so he could avoid the bulk of the people, and the salad bar was usually pretty deserted which made selecting his food and slinking off to a corner a little easier. For that little bonus he was grateful.

Thankfully the food servers in the cafeteria were becoming familiar with his eating habits, and no questions were raised as he asked for his plain grilled fish without sauce or sides, please and thank you. It looked rather pitiful on the plate with nothing but the salad leaves to keep it company, but at least it wasn't all gooping with disgusting melted cheese or cream sauce or anything else unnatural and strange.

As a girl bounced up beside him Seb gave her a polite smile and tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear, and he nodded as she spoke even though he didn't quite agree with her. “Yes, they are certainly very talented. Though I do not have much of a standard to compare them to, unfortunately, but I have not been disappointed so far.”