I was, like many others of my kind, born with special abilities.  Abilities that only witches and wizards had.  Most hid these talents away making sure to keep them secret.  There were a few of us, though, that were proud of these abilities, they were like a godsend to us as imortal creatures.  Our people had recently signed a treaty with the witches and wizards of Europe, decreeing that we would send four of our kind to a different wizarding school, four that had these special abilities...

She looked at me strangely and then said, "you’re last name's Bloodlow, right?"
I nodded smiling at her. She frowned, "Did you know that a very prestigious Vampire family in the late 500's lived here before Hogwarts was created, and their last name was Bloodlow?" I looked at her astonished, did she know? I made my astonishment turn into confusion and said to her,
"No, never knew that," I said meekly.

"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked. I looked at him confused.

"What the grounds?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"Some what, but it's nothing compared to my home," I said to him.

"Where would that be?" he asked.

"The Romanian countryside," I lied, and he bought it.

"Your Majesty," he said to Creon and I. We both nodded, and Creon set me down on my feet.
"Yes, Gaspard?" Creon said in a polite and professional tone.
"You and the youngest have been summoned into the delegates’ room to discuss matters of the upcoming wedding between the Boulregard courtier and your cousin," he replied in a courteous manner.