Rodolphus hated living as a muggle, especially after all the fighting he'd been doing for Voldemort. He had no choice but to try his best to adapt, it was something he wasn't doing that badly. He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed with what they had to keep themselves busy with.
Making his way into the coffee shop he began to ponder what he'd do today, his first day was hell especially after his talk with Noah. What he said about Sylar still bothered Rodolphus, the only thing he could think was that he was greatful to still have his wrong. If he didn't have it he didn't know what he did.
Once Rodolphus got his coffee he started to head out, stopping when he saw a Slytherin house crest around someone's neck. He made his way over to her, looking around before sitting across from her, "Slytherin House?"