Castiel Marian
Meta-Magic Eight Ball
Lysander slightly raised his chin, surprised to hear a response. "Lysander," he said simply in response to her introductions. "Or Lys. Pleasure." He joined Raven at the table. Although he figured his presence wasn't really all that exciting today, it might not hurt to at least make a few acquaintances, so he waved over the rest of the girls, inviting them to sit at the table. The school wasn't as awful as he'd expected, and he'd already started to get over his anger that morning. He straightened his back and crossed his arms on the table. "So, what are you in for?" he asked no one in particular, his voice regaining its confident tone.