There was a bit of a ruckus going on in the cafeteria. Raven sighed as she brought her tray and sat down at a table in the far corner, away from the windows. "Foolish morons," she muttered to herself. "Keep wondering around in your miserable lives, thinking yourselves as more important then you ever will be." She pulled the hood of her robe up farther over her head, the extra inch or so of black hair coming out of the bottom of the opening. Her attention turned to the drab breakfast in front of her. She would need every bit of energy to deal with all these blind conformists.