Jonathan glanced around as he walked into the cafeteria, looking down at the area where the tables normally would've been. Instead most of the tables were folded and rolled out of the way, to make room for the slowly building lines. It seemed most people were busy saying hi to friends they hadn't seen over the summer, gossiping, or in the case of some of the upper classmen, messing with the freshman was on schedule. As he was trying to find out which line he needed to be in, he could even overhear a couple people.<br/><br/>"Do you know where room 371 is?"<br/>"Yeah, uh, I think it's on the third floor."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BFBF">Good luck, kid. Hopefully you noticed the school only has two floors...</span></span>he thought, smiling a bit as he walked forward. It looked like they had last years student council arranged on the few tables in stations set up alphabetically. That meant Jonathan Argent was all the way to the left. He ran into a few people he knew while he was moving, but he never idled very long. He enjoyed school, and people, but even he had his limits. He didn't feel like spending anymore time amongst this throng of peers than he had to.<br/><br/>He was 6'1" and fairly lean, resembling those people whose muscles only look cut because they're metabolism keeps them skinny. His weren't just for show, though his own metabolism kept him from getting bulky, as he'd been playing soccer since middle school. He'd even tried gymnastics when he was younger and occupied with the idea of joining a circus, but that hadn't lasted long as he discovered the two were nothing alike. This year he was going to a varsity striker, in no small part to the dramatic improvement he'd shown through out last year. His heritage might've given him a little bit of an unfair advantage, but no one had to know that.<br/><br/>He was waving at someone who'd gotten his attention, not paying attention to where he was going for only a brief moment, when he met Annabel. The sudden contact with someone shocked him, his first reflex to wrap his arms around whomever it was and keep them from falling. It was actually a practiced move, as his mother had gone through a standing lamp phase and the silly things were just never in a convenient place.<br/><br/>His eyes snapped forward, green with flecks of gold, already voicing in apology as he said 'I'm sorry' pretty rapidly. It wasn't very often he was caught off guard, but it also wasn't very often things were as crowded as this.