Clark grumbled with annoyance as he looked around, lost as to where to go. Everything was in one building back at Hogwarts, here it seemed 99% of things were in differentiating areas. He saw buildings over in the middle of the water, and boats alongside the shores near him.

With a snarl, he released one of the boats and sat in it, wondering if there was something he should do, like speak an incantation. He didn't know a spell to do that. What about singing a song? Surely that would trigger this boat. "IIIIIIIIIII!" He yelled, hitting the highest note he could in the worst voice possible. "HAAAAAAATEETEEETEEEE YOUUUoUUUUoUUU DADDD YoUUUOUUU SUCKKKKKKK!" Great the boat wasn't moving. He couldn't just sing some words out loudly in a singsongy voice. This wasn't going to work.

Good god. How was he to go over there now? He would not dare touch the disgusting oars. Who knew what had touched it, perhaps some... human. Oh, ew. Bloody disgusting to think about.

Clark snorted with annoyance as he hopped out of the boat. He waved at some students to try and get their attentions. "HEY! NERDS! FUCKING GET OVER HERE YOU STUPID SON OF A-.." Could he finish it? His first day here, and if someone were to overhear, oh no. Please. His dad didn't need to hear how much of a disappointment he was almost instantly.

He sighed, wiggled his fingers and concentrated to cast a spell. He spoke softly, his attention on the boat he was previously in. "Incendio Duo."

With that, the boat began to catch fire, but Clark couldn't help but try to figure out how to get their attention, to get help from the damned nerds here.

He waved his arms frantically, but could they see someone who was literally the size of a toddler? Sigh. What was the phrase for help in Russian again? "Ты можешь мне помочь?" Can you help me?

If he would've gotten help, then maybe his new father actually served some purpose here on this earth outside of corrupting his damned father.

English | Russian

Zoya grumbled as she made her way across the grounds of Koldovstoretz, her brown boots crunching in the dried grass as she made her way from her residential yurt to the library yurt on the other side of the grounds. She did not have class at the moment, having practical classes later on, but she needed to retrieve a book in the meantime.

The Russian girl's deep red eyes flickered to her left at a yell from the edge of the lake, confusion crossing her face at the same time. A small child stood at the edge of the lake and a boat on fire close behind them. Her first instinct was to not get any closer and let someone else deal with the problem because this was rather confusing, but her guilt stopped her steps before she could make the rest of the trek to the library.

With a huff, Zoya made her way close and pulled her wand out. "Extinguo" She called out as clearly as possible once she was closer, the burning boat quickly extinguishing. "What in the world is going on?" She questioned as she turned and realized it was in fact not a small child standing in front of her. Her red eyes widened slightly, not thinking any part-goblins attended the school, but she never paid close enough attention to actually know that.