The smirk on the golden-haired boy's face made my blood boil, but I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.
I glanced at Lise and Zaya, both of whom looked equally unimpressed. We had a job to do here: greet these students, make them feel welcome, and not get into any unnecessary fights. Easy, right?
"Servants, huh?" Zaya muttered under her breath, her fingers twitching as if she was ready to conjure up some mischief.
"Let it go," I whispered to her. "We're supposed to be civilized."
Zaya shot me a look that said she was having none of it, but she didn't reply. Lise, on the other hand, took a step forward, her usual calm demeanor still in place, though I could see the tension in her shoulders.
"Welcome to the academy," Lise said in a level tone. "We're here to escort you to the dormitories."
The group of students looked us over with barely disguised disdain.