"It's about twelve to fifteen. I'm thirteen." The ages can get a little wiggly, depending on when in the year you were born, but he's in seventh grade. Or was, at least.

"I haven't met Viktor. Maybe I should... it'd be nice to know at least the people who are more science than magic. It might give me a better foundation to look at these things from. I'm... still trying to understand how that guy made ice out of his hands." Shouto, he's talking about. But he never really got the guy's name, nor did he really care eto.

He sets a stack of paper down and looks around the room. "This place is huge... are the books organized in any way, or are they just random like how the Archives are?"