"Fancy...?" Norvel pondered for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, my parents are just kinda weird. Thought they'd try to spice up the names or something like that."

The boy took another stab at his steak before continuing. "Oh, I had a few wizard... friends before I came here. Always going on and on about how pure bloods were better than muggle borns. We're still friends and all, but to be honest..." he grinned and looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers before turning back to Alex. "They got really boring sometimes."

"Flying lessons?" he asked rather excitedly, suddenly perking up. "Oh, that's the class I've been waiting for! Y—" Norvel cut himself odd as he realized the girl had continued on talking without waiting for a response.

The boy took a good chunk out of his steak before he realized Alex had looked over to him and was probably waiting for a response. "Oh... yeah, I've been waiting for flying lessons too! And transfiguration, I guess. It sounds pretty fun." He paused for a moment, but as he continued, there was a tone of awe in his voice. "...But you've actually flown on a broomstick before? Without crashing into a wall?" He still remembered his first time on a broomstick — which had ended with him crashing straight into a wall and breaking his arm. He hadn't flown since, but he was definitely planing on having that change.

"Well, I'm looking forwards to having dorms too," he admitted, "I don't have any siblings, either."