Griselda, Draydon, and Moca all walk together to the dining hall. Chantellium's dining hall is a very luxurious place matching the prestige of the institute. A white stone stair case with lions on either side lead up to two massive doors, ten feet tall. Pillars line the wall, imitating the patheon. Adorned with a gold knockers. Many royalty have tried to book it as a place for meetings in persistence, but the campus has clearly put out that it is a place only for students of the facility to use.

Draydon still in the grips of Moca. 'She really isn't letting me go, huh.' Draydon tries to pull away, only to elicit a stronger grip from Moca. He then puts his head down in defeat as he follows her. Griselda sees this situation, glowing with happiness for the love of her little sister taking bloom.

Walking in to the dining hall, everybody inside stopped and stared at them. Scrutiny filled some faces, while awe and adoration filled others. Moca didn't care as she headed towards a booth to sit down. Draydon and Griselda followed along and sat in the booth. Draydon on one side while the girls on the other. One of the students gained the courage and walked up to the party of three.

It was a fourth year student, shown by the armband. The armband indicated the graduating class of the institute to show the incoming class who to look up to.

"Are you really Shocking Star? I don't believe it." He directed his question towards Moca. Unbelieving because of the rumors about this introverted little girl, who never left her residence. Moca did not give a damn about him as she looked at the menu, deciding what to get. Griselda looked on with a bemused expression at the situation. Draydon looked at Moca with a worried face. Moca feeling the stare, had enough and looks at Draydon.

"How about you deal with him?" A mischevous grin appears upon her face. Draydon faces fills with shock. 'Does she know? No, can't be' He tries to defend himself confidently.

"How could I? I didn't even conjure my element." Placing his hands out, showing his incompetence.

"Mmm", replied Moca, unenthusiastically.

"Are you or are you not?" The man demands as he places both his hands on the table firmly. Moca didn't even spare him a glance as her eyes looked at Draydon.

"And who are you to be making such demands to my little sister?!" Griselda visibly looking upset at the arrogance the man showed.

The man stands back up. A smug look appears on his face as he states his name. "Isaac Alzae, Third Prince of the nation of Alzae. Ranked 2nd in my graduating class."

Moca after having a fierce staring contest with Draydon finally looks at Isaac. Seeing that he finally caught her attention. He turns even smugger.

"That's right. Ranked second in the graduating class and the first in line to inherit the throne of Alzae." Griselda rolled her eyes and placed her chin on her hands, which went unnoticed by Isaac.

"Training hall, one hour from now." Moca finally answered Isaac, giving a location and time. Everyone looks at her, while she goes back to looking at her menu.

"Fine, then." He walks off out of the dining hall instead of back to his table. The whole dining hall which seemed to turn silent from the moment he walked up to the table resumed its chatter. The noise was a bit louder, probably discussing what just transpired.

A waitress makes her way to the booth, unsteadily. "How may I serve you?"

Draydon responds, " One sec-." He looks up and stops speaking in surprise. Mouth still open as he stares at her. Moca and Griselda also turn to look at what caused Draydon's abrupt pause.

"Yes, sir?" The waitress answers back.