His favorite class was gradually becoming Study Hall. Niccolò walked in whistling, the whistle quickly growing faint on his lips when he thought the librarian might tell him to be quiet. Study Hall equated to free time which meant he could just hang out. All of his friends were first and second years and so he had access to all of them at once. No having to seek anyone out. Intending to sit by Cara today, his steps paused as he caught sight of Alexandra Knight. Despite belief in his own naturally superior intelligence (well, he was a York so it was just inherent) even Niccolò couldn't twist the facts around to prove to himself that he wasn't being slow when connecting the fact that the girl in his classes shared the last name of his betrothed. He just hadn't been thinking about it. But after weeks of knowing of his own engagement it was just rude of him to ignore his future sister-in-law. A few days ago he'd intended to talk to her but the thing was... Alexandra Knight was just scary.

He watched her now, her gaze steadied and unwavering as it focused on the professor's pet lizard. It was unnerving. Whenever he had caught sight of Alexandra in class he thought it seemed like she was always glaring at something or someone. And not just a glare. He was certain glares couldn't make one feel the tremblings of the earth moving beneath their feet, the lickings of flames attempting to scorch their skin. Freezing blasts of cold winter wind hitting their face. And her glares weren't even meant for him. He had gotten to seriously wondering about Amelia Knight and if she glared like that too. The picture Yelena had forced him to keep in his room back home in England seemed a little nicer looking than Alexandra looked now but appearances were deceiving. He swallowed his fear and stepped forward toward Alexandra.

"Hello," his voice, as if knowing it was speaking to a British lady, sounded more British itself, though traces of his Portuguese upbringing shone through. "I thought I should introduce myself." She turned to him, and he resisted taking a step back though her eyes seemed suddenly clear now and Niccolò was relieved to see that her scorching glare was not directed at him as of yet. Her tone was polite as she asked him to repeat and Niccolò beamed because obviously appearances really were deceiving. "Good morning," He spoke again, and gave her a bow, still smiling, his dark brown eyes lighted up. "I wasn't sure if you were aware, but I've been meaning to introduce myself since, well," He felt a little uncomfortable declaring that one day he'd marry her sister. "One day we'll be family, I suppose." That was a little more comfortable to say, though no less strange.

"Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" His hand rested on the back of the chair beside her, waiting for her permission that he could sit down. She seemed polite, and the curiosity for Amelia spread to her as well. Who were these people he would one day know intimately? What were their parents like? What were their homes like? Did they have any curiosity about him? Considering himself an interesting person, Niccolò couldn't imagine that they didn't find him the height of interest. Not that he had dressed today like he was super interesting. Part of him had played with the idea of dressing wild today; rags and messy hair and war paint. He'd laughed in his mind at the image but of course dressed for class as he did every day. Neatly combed dark curled hair, his robes pressed, his tie neatly centered, not too tight, not too loose, shoes moderately shined, and his face cleared of anything but his still tanned face and sharp features. The only thing his mother might have disapproved of if she saw him now was the camera slung over his neck but Niccolò was practically inseparable from it. Sort of like how Alexandra was with her glares. They looked like two completely different people without their companions.