T is for Transgress

They sat in a huddle around the corner table, whispering together below the hubbub. The dining hall was noisy, chatterings and clatterings bounced around the echoey room. Standing in the queue she could sense them watching her. She got her lunch and approached, trying to look casual, judging the mood from a distance as she weaved between the tables. She smiled hopefully at the group. She opened her mouth to say something but then stopped. The red haired girl turned and slowly looked her up and down.

"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry, "you can't sit here, there's no room."

(Linking back to the A to Z challenge.)

(Another good word suggested by Creature, and the situation inspired, I confess, by the film Mean Girls.)