Silly boy, to not bring a jacket or scarf, having lived at Hogwarts for the better part of eight years. Sorin considered summoning a jacket of his from the dungeons, but Anthony was just as skilled a wizard, if not moreso thanks to the difference in age. He smiled secretively, thinking of his homeland.
"Old. Beautiful. Full of castles and churches, despite its legends and superstitions. You have heard of Dracula, yes? And my people, the Roma, some make their home there," he said thoughtfully. "I come from a small village on the Black Sea. It is accessible only by boat to the Muggles, on the Danube delta. The whole country, except for Bucharest, is very," he paused, trying to come up with the correct term. When he said it, it sounded thick and unnatural in his dialect. "Rural."