Loki lightly stepped off the dais and strode over to hold his conversation with this new person, this actual wizard in a brand new world. If he felt any heaviness or negativity in his heart, it certainly didn't show. Even if he apparently couldn't hide his ambitious side.
"I was sorted Slytherin," he answered as his clear green-grey eyes took in the details of the other man. The bright red hair was really striking. "Nothing wrong with ambition, right? A Weird Sister would have some ambition, I'm sure. Is that your real colour or is it magic?" He indicated Myron's hair with an elegant gesture of his gauntletted hand.