<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Warwick Hawthorne</span></strong><br/><br/>(http://i2.listal.com/image/1051181/600full-bartek-borowiec.jpg)<br/><br/>*Dining Hall*<br/><br/>The dining hall had two long tables stretching out along its length. The raised high ceilings were lined with wooden carvings and artwork. Each place had laid at it fine china, a dozen different forks, knives, spoons and other utensils, and crystal glasses for drinks. Students sit at the long tables and courses are served to them by courteous suited waiting staff, with them, chefs and all the others that keep the kitchens running they probably outnumber the professors at the academy.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Warwick was one of the first to arrive for dinner, a few other students milling about in the dining hall, and He went to grab a seat in the middle of the left hand table. He pulled out the chair beside his for his younger sister, smiling as she sat down, before sitting in the seat to her right. This left one of the the chairs beside him, and those across from him free, waiting to see which of the students arrived.<em>I wonder if any of our new students will come and say hello? or the society members, no doubt they've found some fresh pickings they want to discuss.</em><br/><br/>A older man in a suited and long grey mustache came by with a jug of iced water, pouring it with gloved hands, he offered it to Desiree first, before pouring Warwick a glass. Warwick thanked him and took a deep sip. It was refreshing. He smiled, wondering what the chef had prepared that evening.