Roman felt so confused being in a place that should be so familiar. His great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather, and their wives had once walked these walls. He heard he might have cousins within the school, but he wouldn't know them if they stood right in front of him. He was raised in France most of his life, until his mother got offered a position to the Ministry.

He was worried by the last name he bore. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, for he thought himself rather ordinary compared to legacy he came from. He just wanted to be Roman and nothing more.

While his mind was consumed his thoughts of his heredity, he found himself wandering the castle. And then he came to some stairs... they went up, up, up....

Finally he reached the top, where there were several star gazers. He felt rather foolish for not having a telescope of his own, but perhaps this was an opportunity to make friends and get a closer glimpse at the stars.

The first to catch his attention, was a boy that looked close to his age and was singing a peculiar tune. Hmm...kinda catchy, Roman thought as he raised an eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders and stood behind the boy. "Um...whatcha lookin' at?"