He leaned forward in his seat, elbow resting upon the arm of the chair. "It seems so." he replied quietly, his lips pursed. "Is that the newspaper for this world? My name is Lestat de Lioncourt." Things couldn't be much weirder here at Hogwarts, so he wasn't particularly worried whether the younger figured out what he was. It wasn't like he was going to go around attacking random people, especially those who shared this dormitory with him.
"I understand what you mean," he added with a soft chuckle, fangs glinting softly in the light. "I was thinking about my former home in Auvergne, France. My father and mother were the Marquis and Marchioness when I was a boy. This castle, Hogwarts, it reminds me of home. Yet it's somehow better." The way he spoke was inconsistent. Aristocratic and eloquent, but also casual with a light French accent. His pale blue eyes almost shimmered in the dim light, capturing the green hues of the room easily as Draco looked him over instead of continuing with his reading. Lestat was wearing the outfit provided by the school, with exception to his robe and sweater vest. His silver and green tie hung loosely around his neck, but his white shirt was properly tucked into his trousers.