Lyse Vedere || Sixteen || Meister
Lyse pouted rather childishly at the harsh tone Mikaela held, but it didn't last long when Razor decided to join the small crew at the table. "Ooh, you're Razor right? The impatient girl from the beginning of class?" Lyse asked, bright blue eyes focused on the new arrival. He wasn't paying much attention to any actions she had made aside from that particular one, though that wasn't much of a surprise.