Celeste

"You. Human."
Early morning sunlight refracted through crystalline windows welcomed a new school year. Princess Celeste, the clack of her heels echoing through the stone hallway, strode into one of her favorite classes; "Evocation Magic in the Field: Casting Spells Under Pressure."
Though it had been a while since the treaty between the Lithari Republic and the Irenheim Empire was ratified and the Academy was opened to humankind, Celeste was spared from having to deal with any Lithari in her own personal space. So imagine her disdain when seated right next to her favorite spot, was a human.
Singular.
One human in the entire class, and it had to be where she always sat.
This simply would not do.
"I, Princess Celeste, will only say this once, so listen and listen well." Celeste's fan flipped open at the end of her declaration, blowing one of her silvery locks behind a pointed ear. "Just because the Lithari are allowed at this school does not mean that you have permission to make yourselves welcome wherever you go. This is still an academy that belongs to Irenheim, so you will defer to us and show respect."
With a SNAP, Celeste closed the fan and pointed it at her unwanted deskmate. "Is that understood?"
Her tone brooked no argument.