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Makoto simply observed. He impassively watched the pointy eared boy's limp as he moved to the back of their little 'class' just as he observed the sudden appearances and introductions of his other classmates. The names of which entered his mind but didn't quite stick. He was here to do as his mother wished and work on his magic. Between school and whatever part time job he would manage to find in town, he didn't imagine things would be very different here than they were back home. Friendships were fleeting and not worth pursuing. They seemed nice, but it didn't matter. He didn't bother introducing himself.

When Makoto returned his attention to the adults, he immediately noticed that where two had once stood, only one remained. He listened intently to the woman's words-- 'Elizabeth', he noted. Perhaps the only name worth remembering for now. It was nice to know he would be able to visit home whenever he wished. No doubt he would take advantage of that feature frequently. Just to enough to help make sure his mother's house and laundry was kept in check. 

He listened silently to the questions that followed, quirking an eye brown at Mr. Elf as he spoke of stallions, servants, and when lunch was going to be served. [color=876C61][i]Some kind of magical fairy prince?[/i][/color] he inwardly scoffed to himself. How many people actually rode horses and had servants? 

Then there was talk of clubs-- a subject that Makoto found absolutely no interest in. Certainly there would be no time for clubs if he properly kept his schedule filled with productive things to do.