First Year Entrance Open

Date: 1st September
Time: Evening
Location: Great Lake

Mentions: @Maya Maxwell,@Elara Whitlock, @Alfie Owen, @Ruckus Weems & @Mahdi Hassan

Alfie was surprised to hear the voice of someone who up into that point had been as silent as he had been. He raised an eyebrow as she explained that she never interacted with anyone besides her twin sister. That was more sheltered than anyone he had ever heard of before, though perhaps not the strangest thing he'd heard since meeting other witches and wizards. The fog was quite thick now, but not so thick that he couldn't see the faces of the passengers in his own boat. He found himself trying to read the expressions of the other girls to try and suss out whether this level of isolation was usual among magic folks. He was conscious to stay polite and didn't let his raised eyebrow or questioning glance last too long.

"Pleased to meet you, Eleanor Livia Fairchild, from London," he parroted back. He was afraid that leaving out any portion of that introduction might be a faux pas where she came from.

"Alfie Wyn Owen, from Caergybi." he said in the same fashion. "That's Holyhead, Wales to you English" He resisted the urge to shake hands because even if they were being formal, eleven-year-olds shaking hands seemed wrong. Not knowing what else to say and feeling that the introduction might have been insufficient he added, "I don't have a twin sister."

He shrugged in the direction of the other two girls. They would have to introduce or not introduce themselves as they saw fit.

"I hope no one is unnerved by fog." Alfie would have sworn that he wasn't before this boatride, but there did seem to be a general mood of unease among the passengers in the other boats. More importantly, now that he thought of it, the adult men hadn't exactly been at ease either.

Date: 1 September 2026

Evening :Time

Interactions:@Elara Whitlock, @Alfie Owen, @Eleanor Fairchild

So far in boat 3 only Maya and Elara were talking, Maya could almost forget there were two other people there, another girl and a boy. And she was reminded of them when the boy said it was just a fog and he had worse of them back in where he lived. After that, the other girl talked too and Maya learned their names were Alfie and Eleanor. Oh , and Eleanor had a twin sister who will be going to Hogwarts too. Maya wondered where her twin sister was and why she wasn’t in the same boat but she didn’t bother to ask for this time.

She felt she was becoming calmer but still a bit uneasy overall. “If its just a fog then why would it be that everyone else seems to be uneasy about it, especially the adults?” Maya couldn’t understand why would it be the case for just a fog.

She then realized maybe it was the time to introduce herself. “ I am Maya by the way..from London.” She said to the two and turned back, trying to see the castle ahead with the thickened fog, with squinted eyes. She stayed in her seat, following the caretaker’s introductions. She noticed Elara didn’t introduce herself to others. She thought maybe she didn’t want to for some reason. Regardless, Maya just pointed towards Elara and introduce her name to others herself

"Sit properly, boy." Mahdi Hassan commanded shortly after introducing himself and answering the questions aimed at him. "If you have energy to spare, save it for the castle stairs."

It took a moment or two for Strike to realize he was the one being addressed. "Yes, sir! Sorry, sir," the blond was quick to apologize with the discipline of someone who had a militaristic upbringing, sitting up ramrod straight and just as stiff. Alas, despite his best efforts to quell his restless movements, he could no more keep still than he could stop thinking. No sooner had his body had stopped rocking than his knee began to rapidly bounce not long after without his even noticing. Strike was too busy being smothered by his own anxious thoughts.

He wanted Liron. Though his missing the other Greek boy was nothing new, it was times like these he missed him and his calm, composed demeanor more than usual, making it especially difficult to ignore the strong yearning for his friend. Or Henry, who he had met and roomed with at camp, would have been comforting to have there, too. Unfortunately, however, both of them were a year older than Strike, so they had already been on their boat ride to the castle a year ago. Which meant Strike had to suck it up without clinging to the memories of people who werent’t there just then and be a better kid. Like Jeremy and Jo, maybe. The caretaker didn’t seem to mind them or what they did.

Nervously trying to keep still in Boat 1 with:
@Jeremy Slater, @Josephine Byrne, & @Mahdi Hassan

Date: 1 September 2026

Evening :Time

By this time the fog had thickened and Alfie suspected he might have spoken too soon. "I take it back," he said (because admitting your mistakes first is preferable to having them pointed out) "This is as bad as the fogs back home."

He could hear Elara and Maya discussing the abnormality of the fog, with Maya pointing out what he had begun to consider himself. If the adults were worried, there might be a good reason.

"There's no current though," he pointed out helpfully. "We should be perfectly safe so long as we aren't moving. The guy in charge will know these waters though and if there are reefs or rock formations under the surface that he normally uses visual cues to avoid. If there are, and he doesn't have a compass or some kind of sound system to guide us then I reckon we'll have to play it safe and go back."

Unless there is a magic solution for navigation, he thought. After all, the boats were propelling themselves. He didn't know what other magical aids might be available. Alfie didn't express this though because he didn't want to reveal that the things he knew about fog and navigation were muggle.

He began pondering magic and how much he didn't know when a troubling thought occurred to him. Water spirits can control the weather, or at least the ones in his grandmother's stories could. He had no idea if those were real of made up, but he recalled that in those stories a sudden localized fog often signalled the presence of sea maidens: môr-forynion¹ or mermaids. They could also summon tempests to sink ships.

He turned to the girl called Elara. "What did you mean before when you said that this wasn't a normal fog?"

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Welsh Vocabulary:

Reducio

1morfowyn	Welsh, n.f.(mor-VOHR-win)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	Sea maiden. Usually translated in English as mermaid. From Welsh môr 'sea' and morwyn 'maiden/virgin'. In Welsh folklore, morfowyn are shape-shifters capable of taking a human or aquatic form. The plural of môrfowyn is môr-forynion.

Interactions: @Maya Maxwell@Eleanor Fairchild @Elara Whitlock

─────No sooner had Lucian settled down he heard a chirpy girl introducing him to the other boat mates. He was taken a back by her extrovert side. Here Lucian was shy boy who hardly spoke and that girl (Xio) was the opposite of him. The fog was thick and it was hard to see people. But even in this gloomy weather, Lucian was happy that he was getting to start his magical journey.

Lucian got a little settled and looked at Xio and said "Thank you for the introductions." He was trying to recognize people in the fog. There was another boy there Merc something. And two girls, Xio and Bella as per Xio's intriduction. "I am Lucian Wright." He said. "Nice to meet you, Xio. I am super excited about going to Hogwarts. Since I am a muggle born I didn't think I would get this opportunity." He said. After all he had had his first instance of magic about 3 years ago. So he was sure to go to Hogwarts.

"It is scary as it is. Don't put more feat into it." He said. "I am sure we will reach the School in one piece." He said. "The people taking us have done it a thousand times I am sure." He said. He tried to look around and spot others. But he was unable to do so.

Solène had fallen into her mind once more, maybe her boatmates had been talking, maybe they hadn’t. She had been lost in thought until the undersides of the boat started to glow softly. She immediately focused on it. It was clear that it was happening to all the boats, and they all followed a line further into the lake. “This must be how they cross on their own.” She spoke more to herself than the others around her, and as if in answer, a few boats away, their leader for the evening commanded the boats forward.

Sol’s eyes lit up, and she lightly grasped the side of the boat closest to her as she peered over the edge, watching the boats pull themselves away from the docks. The smooth motion caused no disruption to their vessel, which made sense. They wouldn’t want to fling children into the lake simply by taking off. Though if there were any time to be flung into the lake, that would likely be the safest point in which to do so.

Noise slowly stilled, beyond the students' chattering. She assumed this was the normal amount of noise you could expect in the middle of a lake, but something made her think otherwise. The light that was passing beneath the boats. She tried to look at the man leading this expedition, but it was no use when a fog started to… not roll in, but rise. It’s not that she couldn’t see him, but it made it impossible to discern his facial expressions at that distance.

Instead, she focused on what she could see as she peered over the edge, as the boats stopped moving completely. Then the command.

“Stay seated. No wands.”

Was this a prank? Or was there going to be some show? Certainly nothing bad was going to happen. She wasn’t certain about any of the options, but she intended not to miss anything in this moment.

Action| Peering into the water from her side of the boat. Not fully leaned over, but likely more than the chaperone would want.
OOC Note| Sorry guys. Breaking our boat post order because I do not want to miss the next mod.

Word Count: 300

| Date: September 1st, 2026 | Time: Evening | Location: Great Lake, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Bella Light | @Lucian Wright | @Mercedes Rubio |
| Song: Water - lofi.samurai ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |

𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎-𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜—𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎.

𝙽𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍-𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

“𝙾𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚑, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢. “𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝙼𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢?” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. “𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗—𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚡? 𝙾𝚑! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝—” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. “—𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢?”

𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎.

“𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢,” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. “𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.”

OOC Notes: Poor Lucian XD
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