As Alexander entered the assembly, he immediately felt his mystical senses being overwhelmed. He seen and felt the sheer amount of magical users, and even "heard" the ones who weren't in his line of sight. It remember of him the first time Madame Lily had one of her parties, except she had no more than twenty people of great magical power, where as this time it felt like there were millions of people with relatively weak magical power. However, he remembered what she said, "Control your power, lest it control you." so, he did as she instructed when he first had a similar issue with his powers. He closed his eyes, and immediately more sounds flooded his thoughts. He then focused on himself, and allowed the other sounds leave his mind and then heard one "ding" that came from his own mind. He opened his eyes to see that he no longer sensed the multitudes of people and was now only sensing himself. After that, he stopped focusing on himself and his mystical sense went numb as it should be. 

Alexander wasn't partially impressed by the headmaster's entrance, as he seen better. He looked through his schedule one last time; history, language, math, poetry, theater, insorcery, and pytholomancy. Language and history were the two classes he dreaded the most. He never did like history all that much, most of it is just wars and war, and that other war with politics mixed in. And his writing had fallen behind pretty drastically while the Fae, and he barely learnt it with his parents. His parents. He then moved on. Math was ok. He wasn't the best at it, but he should be able to pass it. Poetry and theater probably would require writing to pass it, but he felt it would be worth it. He thought his magical classes were going to be fun. "Fun" he thought. "This is going to be a fun year."