He did not chime in about missing out on the orientation thing; damn his luck. Or, rather, damn his complete lack of time-sense.<br/><br/>"Lucian Crowley. Call me Luc, if you'd like." His nickname was pronounced Luce, with a soft c.  Their is a significant chance that, if either of them are familiar with classical music and musician's in the modern era, that they know him as a prodigy child. However, he makes no point of informing them of who he is, thinking such a thing would be arrogant. If they don't know who he is, then if it matters, they'll eventually fin d out; he doesn't need or want to advertise himself.<br/><br/>"I don't mind at all. And it's nice to meet you both, Summer, Claudia." He offered the senior student a slight smile, which noticeably has a somewhat... impish or fae quality to it. As before, their was a nervous twinge to his voice. First day jitters, more likely than not. And jet lag to boot.