Now there was a wizard he needed to greet. Personally, even. A calculating smile crossed over Nigel's face as he surveyed the newcomer, nodding once to himself. Kristóf Diederich. "So it seems," he said aloud, in response to the other man's words. "Pardon me."
Without waiting for a response he dropped his foot to the ground, rising gracefully and making his way around the table to stop in front of the Durmstrang headmaster, the hat fading away from his head as he came to a stop. "Herr Diederich," he acknowledged, inclining his head just slightly and watching the Bulgarian from under his brows. "What a pleasure."