The green haired girl had a book tucked in behind her, in her only worthwhile possession a single leather studded book cover. Of course the glowing coming from it was massive as if she was rather suddenly planning to move. "Two bitch made spoiled brats..." the small words came from her as nearly a whisper but she licked her lips as she turned on her heels. It didn't matter to her if she couldn't become a Magic Knight this year, she could kill these two here and now and feel satisfied with the trip. But before she could go any further she was rather surprised to find someone coming to her aid, at least verbally. Such a thing was quite unusual considering and she was more than prepared to handle herself. "Oi, green hair you're next..." said the person at the front of the line. Seeing this the girl's rather angry eyes averted and she went on about her day. Her gaze shifted from her original target and was accompanied by a gentle nod at the muscular lad before she turned to go about her business. It was meant to portray gratitude, if she got the chance she might say it directly, but for now, she was standing at the front of the line with a strangers hand upon her Grimoire and after a moment or two a grin passed that person's face. "Number 362, Next!" he said and she moved on and that boy seemed to become immediately relieved. Like a weight had been lifted from him, and the interruption of the other lad was enough. "Well, whatever right? His family is established, even if he's a foreigner. Butt out..." he said finding it in himself to recover from the deep sense of fear he had within himself.
The whole of this interaction was being observed by a blue haired lass who was a bit astonished. Most wouldn't bother sticking up for anyone else, even less someone who was considered subhuman almost due to where they came from. Her little dress blew in the wind as she also stepped up, shaking her head at the entire situation but gaining more than a bit of respect for the shirtless lad despite his state of undress. She handed over her book for examination. 'I can't believe people are actually like this...' she thought, she was from a small town in the more common area. And though the extremely royal and rich were snobbish, she didn't expect it to be so readily ingrained into their children. She wondered how they'd feel about that later. "Number 364," the person at the front of her line said as she also moved on.