The last few weeks had passed in a flurry of excitement and a modicum of rattled nerves. Konstantin's life was being set on a new course, one he'd never even known existed, but one that rose up with a suddenness that would uproot him from the routine he'd settled into. A wizard, they'd called him. Something he'd known only from fairy tales and bedtime stories was soon to envelop everything he did, and that in itself was incredible. Incredible, daunting as well.

He sat in the great hall in his wizard's robes ogling at the magic around him as he ate his meal. A talking hat, floating candles, a ceiling that opened into the heavens. He'd heard others on the train ride going on about plenty: the houses they might get assigned to, which teachers might be strictest, and stories of their families. All of that seemed trivial in comparison to what he saw before him. To think that things such as floating candles would become commonplace over the coming years made him laugh.

Being assigned to Slytherin hadn't quite meant anything to him, considering he knew nothing of its past or any attached stigmas. The idea that they tried to group together like-minded individuals, however, did appeal to him greatly if it might make it easier to make friends. It still felt rather strange that he had to leave his friends from back home without being able to offer the truth as an explanation. Stranger still that he wouldn't have his mother to dance with or his father to spar with when he had the time to spare. It'd definitely take some time to get used to, but instead of dwelling on it, he jumped into conversation with the students at the table.