To anyone with supernatural endowments, being extended an invitation to attend school in Europe to further their magickal studies seemed like a dream. A brilliant, ideal dream. Looking around the crowded subway, Adrien von Krauss could tell that everyone there felt that way, and to anyone on the outside, it would appear that Adrien felt the same. Adrien was not one to get nervous over anything, but to say he was nervous now would be an understatement. He didn't belong here. He was a halfling, and he knew his place. That place was in Heidelberg, going to a regular school with regular kids who did regular things. Not...<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>.<br/><br/>Curled up in the corner of a subway car next to his friend Hubert, Adrien drew his knees to his chest, the heels of his shoes digging into the seat. A rustling in his jacket pocket drew his attention away from the two kids that Hubert had so nonchalantly called over, but he quickly calmed the movement and looked up to see who was greeting them now. A halfling. Two of them, actually. "Adrien," he said, giving a small smile and a wave to the two newcomers, opting to not mention his past at all instead of inclining whether it was good or bad. His smile quickly faded though, no longer feeling that familiar shifting in his pocket. Twisting around in his seat, he let out a deep sigh and picked a small ferret kit from between himself and Hubert. After checking the animal over to make sure it hadn't hurt itself, he set it down in his lap. "And that's Mouse."<br/><br/>Adrien turned his attention past the comforts of their subway car, where he could hear murmuring and muttering that he could only assume was about the car of halflings. He was never necessarily<span style="font-style: italic">liked</span>in his old school, but here it almost felt like these people hated them. Hated everyone who wasn't a pure-bred magickal race. He couldn't imaging having such a huge chip on his shoulder that he would hate someone for something like that. How petty.