"Quite the dapper fur lined cap," A playful tone echoed out. "Perhaps it will start a trend?" The Pupil mused as they saddled alongside The Socialites desk after dropping their own possessions off at their selected desk of the far side of the second row.

They were drawn by the high spirits which often meant folk were in a more giving mood; be it with handouts or information... And surely cozying up to a Socialite such as this could only mean good things.

Notably The Pupil's own cap was surprisingly featherless today.