You walk with Sonia, Max, Michelle, Renault, and several other vampires and werewolves as they move to meet the approaching strangers.
As you get closer, you're able to make out more of their features. They are, as Michelle said, wearing school uniforms: rather better quality ones than your own. The new arrivals are a boy and girl of about your age, smiling earnestly yet nervously as you all reach the fence. The boy is tall, with rich dark brown skin, and is almost as broad-shouldered as Max under his well-tailored blazer. The girl beside him is only a few inches shorter, with black hair styled—or quite possibly lacquered—into tight, neat curls over a pink, freckled face with a faint cast of permanent worry.
"Good morning," the boy says after a moment.
There's some muttering from your classmates, the gist of which seems to be that they're willing to admit that the morning could be considered "good" by certain standards.
"We're…um…we're just from St. Mary's…over there," the girl says, her smile bright and only slightly fragile. "We thought we'd pop over and say hello. I'm Romilly, and this is Will."
You realize that there's a certain amount of expectation resting on you from your own group. It seems that, as the human representative, diplomatic relations are your responsibility.