Ali was busily making eyes at the new boy, Henry, who wasn't that good looking, but seemed polite and intelligent once she got him talking. Ridley kept lightly kicking him under the table. At first Tor thought he was trying to be fresh with him, but it wasn't that, Tor got when the other man motioned with his head at a table across the room where a group of four rather loutish looking young nobles in the fine silk version of browns sat staring. Angrily.

They were a bit older, probably fifth or sixth year students and while it was hard to see who they were looking at, they certainty didn't seem happy about it. Probably him then. For some reason a lot of guys at school had always acted a little hostile. Well, Tor didn't want problems, especially with wealthy people that could afford good silk clothing…

He almost laughed when he remembered that he could afford nice clothing, he just didn't need it anymore. Feeling awkward wasn't going to help him so he sat and watched them covertly for a while. Whoever they were, the eye contact wasn't for him in particular, that much he could tell. It wasn't great magic or anything, they just barely noticed him. Nor was it directed towards Ali or even their new friend Sheri. Tor hoped those two would be friends at least. The girl seemed nice enough. They were either staring at Henry or Gersh, Tor decided. One of them, a man easily large and muscular enough to be a combat giant, rose and left, leaving the others to pay and rush after him.

It was a bit of an odd scene, but they'd left, so if they had a problem with his guests, they didn't seem inclined to do anything about it in the restaurant. That was good, because people that big would probably break stuff, especially if they got angry.