Arcturus nodded when Giren asked if all where going to Hogwarts. He moved his arm to Zelric shoulder and motioned for Nozomi to move over. "You two go find some pigeons. I'll call for you later. Make sure you don't get anything with a letter..." He saw both falcons off and shifted his focus back to his nephew. He decided to introduce himself since his nephew wouldn't start talking otherwise. "I'm Arcturus Fihel, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He took a step to the side, clearing the way between Zelric and the other children, and gave a welcoming smile, hopefully he could remain silent and Zelric would open up.<br/><br/>Zelric noticed his uncle's gesture and looked up when he mentioned Seraph, he had heard about someone with that name in Hogwarts as a teacher, but preferred not too be too inquisitive at the moment. He followed Nozomi's flight for a brief moment, he'd rather that he stayed on his shoulder. It made him a bit more confident, but he respected his uncle's decisions. Zelric looked at the others and managed a shy smile. "I'm Zelric Miras, pleased to meet you...Giren, Cat and... Adelaide." He had to think a couple of seconds for Adelaide's name, if he saw her frequently he'd have to come up with a nickname or something. "It is my first time here, yes, and I'm going to Hogwarts too." He took a step forward, a bit hesitantly, so he would hear them well.<br/><br/>He considered Giren's question for a moment and looked at Seraph, just a glance and then back at the black haired boy. "My uncle and parents went to Hogwarts, and I someone named Seraph is a teacher there, I think. Might be a coincidence." He looked at his uncle for confirmation and got a simple nod as a reply. The information was a bit superfluous but he had a knack for giving out such facts when bored or nervous. Zelric knew there was a potion's teacher named Seraph from what he had asked his family about the place and was looking forwards to his class.<br/><br/>He moved his hand to the arm where Nozomi had been, the leather was bit uncomfortable under his robes since he wasn't used to it. But his mother had insisted that he had to wear it underneath, like his uncle. He still thought it impractical since his robes would eventually get a hole or two. He was the type to let others lead the conversation, at least those he didn't knew well, so he remained silent waiting for the rest to say something.