Loki chuckled deeply at the disappearance even as he dropped the invisible disguise. He went over to feel a breeze on his face, refreshing after the brimstone smoke, and gazed out at a view of the lake beside Hogwarts.
"I don't expect you to trust me, definitely not on first meetings. Perhaps never. That's for you to decide," he said to the room though he faced away from it. He had to admit there was some beauty in the view. This Scotland had a wild charm.