Angel was alone at one end of the table for only a while, plucking at the bacon in a salad he'd created before sitting down, and his other hand was drawing absentmindedly. He loved the architecture of the building he would now be living in for the next two years, and his pencil was busy creating a little cottage with just the same appearance. He was so enthralled with his work that he often missed his mouth with his fork, and didn't register the new sets of feet sitting across from him until they actually settled down. Glancing up, he sat up straight at once. Two men, and a woman. The man furthest to the left was bright and cheery, a bit thick in the arms and chest, no doubt an athlete type with especially intense dark blue eyes. The woman had an air of freedom about her, akin to a hippie life, and her rather fuzzy black hair was tied up in a high ponytail. the man at the end had a calm demeanor and his prematurely silver hair was swept back and looked more like feathers.

Angel forgot immediately about the situation with William and fell into a conversation with the three about the beautiful school they were able to live and learn in. They complimented his drawing and the young woman admitted she was here to hone her own artistic skills. The gray-haired young man was intent on working in IT, or even going on his own to open his own electronics store or developing his own technology. He definitely seemed to have the know-how. If only Angel were as technologically able, but he was sure he could call on Miles---the silver-haired man---if he had problems.

Normally he had to go to others first, but this had changed quickly. Angel was desperately glad to have befriended three people so quickly---maybe it would be better to not try so hard to get on William's good side. He seemed adamant that he wouldn't accept friendship.