The fellow in the fancy hat looked vaguely familiar. The Piper was reasonably sure they'd never met, so maybe they just had one of those faces? Or... wait, they liked to hang around the Flit growing stuff, right? Had the Piper asked them for horticultural advice once...? Eh, maybe, maybe not. Too many falls from the top of the Flit and concussions from various duels had left the Piper's memory a bit unreliable.

The fact that they'd brought their bird made the Piper want to get to know them, though. The Piper had left their rat friend at home, unsure how well the college would take to him tagging along, even if the Piper hid him in their satchel. (Maybe especially if the Piper hid him in their satchel.) Anyway, maybe this student was a sign that non-humans (the Piper wouldn't call Charlie a "pet") were allowed. Though it was probably a bit easier to get away with that when you looked as fancy as this student did. The Piper looked down at their own outfit in comparison... and cursed under their breath.

Forgot to take off those red stockings again. Even if they didn't care too much about their reputation, looking like a slut on the first day of class was not ideal. They should really find some new socks to wear to bed that wouldn't make their few friends embarrassed to be seen with them.