Sailing on a Ship in a Bottle PV Closed

Green : talking
Purple : thinking

Hildegard had lost the comrades she made on the train, not that she did not like them or they did not like her, except maybe for Hui Ming.
But all the agitation from the other, the lack of light and so on made her lose them, specially since she could not keep up with their speed.
She was now alone, in front of this wonderful Hogwart's view and because of the circonstance Schneider she wanted to find a new group, almost any would do.
Upon looking around she found a blond boy nearby and decided to come closer, he seemed alone too, which was really a good thing.
Yet Hildegard did not want to address him yet, with everyone around and for no real reason.
But then this happened, the boy started to question what was going on.

-what do you mean ? Are you perhaps confused? She asked while limping a bit more toward the boy.

-Btw can I join you ? I was kind of left out. Oh sorry I am Hildegard Schneider and you?

She looked at the boy waiting for his reply. Hoping he would be a decent fellow
Unlike that one she just had to deal with in the hogwart express.

Interacting with :@Aedan White

The Hogsmeade train station was was chokingly crowded with students. Of course, there were less people here than in the Platform 9 3/4 - the parents and other relatives having bid their goodbyes back there - but the small village had only a narrow area for the arriving folks to move in, compared to Kings Cross Station. Liana pushed her way through the mass of robed figures, trying not to get in the way of the older students that were all heading in a single direction, while the first years had to surf against the wave of people to reach the staff members calling them over. She was glad that their luggage was to be left in the train for later transportation to the castle - if she'd had to drag it with her, she'd never have made her way to the lake shore. As she stepped out of the main current of people, the girl glanced in the direction they were all headed. In the distance, she could see the carriages that would take the older students to the castle. She rose to her tiptoes, trying to see the horseless vehicles that she knew actually had magical horses in them - thestrals, she remembered they were called. Barely any passengers ever knew of their existence, though, and even fewer were able to see them. The first-year wished there was a way to perceive thestrals without having witnessed a death. In the pictures they looked creepy, but there was a mystery to them, somehow attractive to the girl - and she knew they were not dangerous or harmful to people, other than reminding those that were able to see them of past traumas.

She was lost in thought when a flurry of motion caught her eye, and she directed her attention to it just as the blond boy ran headlong into one of the adults, ending up flat on his bottom as a result. The girl watched uncertainly as he got up and seemed to be going through some sort of breathing routine. He appeared to be lost and confused. One part of Liana's brain, the one molded by her father, was saying that he's probably a Muggleborn - who else would display such lack of dignity and be so easily thrown off? However, something in the boy's desperate whisper of a question activated the much older section of her mind, the one groomed by her mother - the one that was taught to be kind and help strangers that seem to be in need. Before she could do anything, another girl spoke to him with a bit of a foreign accent. However, her words didn't seem to have dispersed the boy's confusion; thus, the redhead decided to join in as well.

''Hey, don't worry,'' she spoke up in a friendly tone, stepping up to the boy. ''We're waiting for all the first-years to gather so we can cross the lake in boats,'' she explained, gesturing further out into the darkness where they could just make out a long line of wooden rowboats along the shore. ''Afterwards we'll be sorted into one of four houses according to our character traits, and then there will be a feast with a lot of good food,'' the girl summarized. Then she paused. ''Are you a Muggleborn?'' she asked, the idea nagging at her. Father would so much disapprove of her fraternizing with someone of such lowly blood status. ''Doesn't seem like your parents told you much about this place,'' Liana added, trying to make it look like blood purity was not the reason for her inquiry.

Interacting with:@Liana Kerr
Mentions:@Emily R. Brewer, @Hildegard Schneider, @ Aedan White

Interacting with @Liana Kerr, @Hildegard Schneider, and @Marcus Hackett.

Green : talking
Purple : thinking

Her voice did not seem to reach the boy as it was too low, it was kind of embarrassing but thankfully no one seemed to have noticed it.
Hildegard decided not to follow him and he little bunch that started to form around him, instead she decided to go look for one of those firsties she was with in the Hogwarts Express.
She'd follow any of them exept the glasses wearing boy she thought was creepy, the pure blood was therefor looking for either Avery or Samantha.
They surely would be near as it was not that long since she had lost them, Hildegard tried to look for them, but had no result so far.
Schneider paused her search, maybe was she searching on the wrong direction, they probably was closer to the lake than to the train, she she just tried to look further.
She did not really want to come close to the lake as she had heard of numerous monster that lived of it.
As Hildegard came closer to the lake she started to recognize someone's back, without really being able to identify who's back it was.
But the closer she came the clearer the back, it was Avery Chen's back.

Leaving the Thread

There was so much anxiety in this white-haired boy that Liana was suddenly worried about saying or doing the wrong thing, thus making him have an outright panic attack. The young girl was not equipped to deal with it; this was one of her very first interactions with a peer, and she was fairly uncertain about her own performance. She resolved to talk calmly and not refer to his outlandish behaviour in any way; it was the courteous way to treat someone, after all.

''It's completely normal to be worried about all sorts of things on your first day at school. But we'll be fine, the staff is there to guide us through the process,'' she assured the boy - Aedan, as he introduced himself - and was about to state her own name when someone walked right into her.

''Ow- watch it!'' the girl complained, training her eyes on this newcomer. ''It's okay, just... be more careful next time, it's pretty crowded here,'' she responded to his apology, not willing to start a fight over such a minor inconvenience. Her mind was otherwise preoccupied, anyway. As Liana turned back to the conversation at hand, she observed the decrease in their numbers - the black-haired girl had departed during the moment of confusion. That was just as well, she supposed. Interacting with fewer people might be easier on Aedan's nerves. ''By the way, I'm Liana Kerr. Nice to make your acquaintance,'' she introduced herself, remembering that she had not done it yet.

The boy started ranting about their clothing being stupid, which caused her eyebrows to go up slightly. How odd. To her, the Muggle clothes she had to wear while passing through King's Cross were intensely uncomfortable, and changing into the wizarding robes had come as an immense relief.

''You don't like the school robes?'' she asked curiously. ''Well, we have to wear them until the feast ends. Then we will be escorted to the dormitories, where we can change. But you'll get used to wearing robes, they're really not that bad. Might take some time to if you've never worn them before, though'' her speech came out in a steady, peaceful stream, just loud enough to penetrate the surrounding din of chatter. It was the voice she sometimes used to lure stray cats in for a petting session, meant to calm the jumpy, wary animal. It worked on felines, why wouldn't it work on a human child? ''Only a couple more hours and this stressful day will be over. Don't worry, you're not alone,'' she reassured him, neglecting to mention that, to her knowledge, there would be quite a few stressful days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"S-s-sorry, I'm just no-not used to magic... w-w-we live in a normal town."

That was a queer choice of adjective, but Liana chose not to take it as an offence to the wizarding community. After all, normal wasn't always the best option, only the one people were most used to. It was such a biased word to use, and only showed the speaker's naiveté, not an intention to criticize the world he had just been introduced to.

''Normal town? You mean Muggle town? Oh, I see, your parents have to hide their magic so you don't see it used much,'' the redhead voiced her assumption, although it hadn't really been clear from his words whether both of his parents were magical or not. ''You'll get accustomed to that as well, all these strange things happening now will seem completely normal in no time. Do you want to share a boat with me? I can answer some questions you might have, to the best of my ability,'' she offered in a sudden bout of generosity.

Interacting with @Liana Kerr

The offer to board a boat together having been accepted, Liana beckoned the boy to follow as she lead the way towards the docks, tagging slightly behind the main body of the other first-years. They all formed a massive flock, and the girl couldn't even see the caretaker anymore through the mass of dark-robed figures, plenty of which were taller than herself. She listened to Aedan carefully, trying to ignore the part of her brain that was whispering 'Muggle-lovers, blood traitors' in response to the information about his parents. One fact in particular piqued her interest. So his father was a government official in the Muggle society? That was something... odd, yes, but also intriguing. However, her chance to ask about it slipped away as the boy bounced the conversation back at her, asking a question of his own.

''Oh, I'm from Inverness, technically, although we live fairly far outside of its urban center. It's also a Muggle city, and, well, we're not very- um-'' she stumbled for a suitable phrasing there, not exatcly willing to say 'we don't want to mix with their kind'.''Well, we're not very adapted to their ways, so we couldn't blend it without attracting attention. Our manor has all sorts of charms that are meant to repel non-magical people, a bit like the Hogwarts castle, although the protection spells here are much more powerful.'' She continued to talk as she climbed into the boat and sat down on one of the benches. Once both of them were in, the vessel smoothly drifted off the shore and began sailing towards the other end of the lake, along with other boats. ''To Muggles, Hogwarts is supposed to look like an old ruin with signs warning to stay away, and I think that most of their technology doesn't work here, either. Not sure if it's due to another spell that disables it, or just because the area is so saturated with magic that it causes failure in gaddgets that aren't adapted to it.'' The transition from speaking about her home to reciting what she'd read in Hogwarts: A History was quite intentional. Liana wasn't sure how much the boy really wanted to know of her personal life; thus, undersharing seemed better than oversharing. They were just strangers at this point, and she didn't want to seem too self-absorbed.

''Anyway, you said your father works for the government? Is he doing some sort of office job, or is he in a position of political influence?'' she inquired, returning to the previous subject. Infiltrating the Muggle governments with witches and wizards was one of the ideas Father had in his daydreams about helping the non-magical societies to destroy themselves faster, and in a way that wouldn't threaten the wizarding world. It would be the same thing that Muggles were doing to them, after all; sending their own barely magical spies to all parts of the wizarding society, the Ministry of Magic included. It now seemed like Father's idea was quite realistic, even without the use of mind- or emotion- manipulating magic. If Aedan's father truly got his job without them, that is.