(1940-09-01) First Years First Boat Ride
Details for First Years First Boat Ride
Summary: Pringle takes the First Years across Black Lake to the castle before they are sorted.
Date: September 1st, 1940
Location: Hogwarts - Black Lake
Related: Hogwarts Start-of-Term Feast 1940-1941
Characters
Pringle

First Years

DruellaEutheriaLissieRubeus

Guest Starring

MyrtleOliveOrionWilhelmina

Pringle waits on a bench as the Hogwarts Express chugga-grinds to a halt. The utility dagger he was previously using to pick at under his nails is used for a moment like a baton, "Oi, First Years, ovah 'ere." His thick Scottish brogue as surly as ever. He sheathes his dagger and then pulls out his wand to use it as a directional baton now. "Stay put, righ' 'ere." With a flick and a muttering the lantern at his feet bursts into a bright yellow glow. "Rest of yew, off to the carriages, keep in line or I'll be seeing yew soon. Keep it down as well, dinnae want to disturb the centaurs and all end up pin cushions. An' there's a full moon risin'." He glowers at the older students before the glower is turned back to the gathering First Years. "Hurry up now. Sun's fadin'."

Josie is waiting too… she got to ride the train once, but she usually doesn't as she lives right here in Hogsmeade. She waits by the path to the carriages, looking for her friends.

Lissie brightens at the sound of the Scottish brogue, and she breathes in deeply. She stands a moment, mentally checking to make certain that she's packed everything neatly away. Then she nods and scampers over towards Pringle, nearly tripping over her over-long robes in her excitement and eagerness.

Alicia was whistling a happy song to herself as she stepped off the train, luggage in hand. Alicia let out a happy sigh when she saw the familiar sight of the station. She couldn't help but smile as the First Years were getting loaded up. "Happy Travels!" Alicia called out to some of the first years that she, by chance, wound up riding with. In particular, she lifted a hand and waved at Lissie as she scampered over to Pringle. "Oh they're going to have so much fun," Alicia mused aloud.

Eutheria looks at the rather grim, imposing man - biting at her lower lip. She creeps towards the area he indicated, but keeps a reasonable amount of distance between herself and the man. The rest of the teachers would be like him, would they? All scowls and dark looks? Oh, she hopes not.

"We're back at 'Ogwarts!" Felix bounds off of the train, and absolutely does not stick the landing. He tumbles onto the platform, ending in a sprawl, limbs splayed out around him.

Madeline comes out right after Felix, grinning in amusement as she offers the boy a hand up. "It'll be a great year this time," she responds. Or at least, she really, really hopes so. And no reason that shouldn't be the case - with Dumbledore in charge.

Druella smoothes her hair as she steps from the train, taking in Pringle and his thick brogue with equanimity, but the news that they're to be separated from the others with faint dismay. "Oh - why are we going separately?" she wonders, coming up close behind Lissie.

"Be it ever so friendly…" Amber squints and makes a slight face at the Caretaker's welcoming words, and she murmurs this thought herself. However, she has scarcely any time to think on this. The hustle and bustle of students splitting off into groups is always a bit overwhelming. Felix's antics catch the girl's attention, and she also strolls over to where he lays, and Madeline is helping him to his feet: "Hey, you alright?" She asks, quizzically.

Alexander had been anxious for the whole train ride over. He had even forgotten to change into his school robes until the last minute, and so his uniform was looking a little unkempt from his haste to get it on. The shy boy stumbled off the train with the rest of the students, and was looking around completely lost until he heard someone calling for first years, when he decided to move quickly in that direction.
He saw a few other students already filing in behind the caretaker, and he ducked his head shyly to avoid any undue attention. It was only when he saw Eutheria that he seemed to perk up a bit, and the freckled boy gave his friend a small smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"He's got a hard head," Madeline answers Amber. "Does this all the time. You know, if you put one marble on the floor, in the middle of an empty room, with a smooth floor… He'll manage to fall over every time. And probably without stepping on the marble, even."

Felix takes Madeline's hand, springing right up to his feet like he was made of rubber. "Righ' as rain!" he chirps to Amber in a thick Cockney accent, giving Madeline a nudge of his elbow. "I wouldn't wanna 'urt the poor, innocent marble, would I?"

Gabriel walks By the gathering group of first years to make his way towards the carriages. To Lissie he smiles and says, "Just watch out for the giant squid. Sometimes he gets too friendly when the boats fgo by." then as he passes Pringle he tips an invisible hat, "Groundskeeper Pringle! Long time, no see! I hope you had a great summer!" He continues on, not giving the usually surly Caretaker time to answer and as he gets closer to the carriages he spots some friendly faces, including one of the few Slytherin he can stomach, "Josie! Maddy! Felix! Samira! How's things!?" Of course, he hollering his greetings almost at the top of his lungs.

Alicia looked over in Amber's direction and saw that she was going after Felix, who Alicia doesn't know very well, and Madeline, who Alicia has met quite a few times. Alicia finds herself wandering over there too. "Oh, hi Madeline," Alicia said with a soft smile, "Isn't it wonderful to be back? I've never got to ride to school as a second year." Alicia then looks over at Gabriel and blinks. "And I thought /I/ was glad to be here!" Alicia commented.

Josie, as she spots Gabriel Madeline and Felix, runs forward to meet them, "Hi! Did you have a good summer?" Except Gabriel isn't quite by the others, so she adds a wave to him.

Sierra is standing on the platform - and waves to Amber as the other girl exits. She's doing her best to greet her friend with a warm smile, but it's hard when she's only just said goodbye to her family, and Colton who wouldn't be joining her at school for the year. Still, she starts over, deposing her luggage soo it can be brought to the school.

Like Josie, there are a lot more students that are waiting at the station but they didn't come by the train. The train population was quite down this year from usual as many of the parents opted to not take their children to London after the bombings a few days ago. This means that Pringle is even more grumpier than usual in this event because he's had to herd and correct he students that have been showing up and being deposited by worried parents for several hours now. "Flitwick, get on a carriage before yew kill someone or yerself." A dangerous and tight grin is aimed at Gabriel. "It was fantastic Ward." His wand is used to point and count off the heads of the firsties gathering around him.

Stanley ambled off the Hogwarts Express with a bright grin and high hopes for the next year at school. His second year! He couldn't wait to find out who his new housemates would be, and what they would be learning, and all that. First years always brought in an opportunity for new sales, if he could make the right stuff. Plus they were usually loaded with pocket money their parents had sent along with them.
First things first, he had to find some people he knew. One of the first that stood out to him was Maddie, the girl he'd gone ingredient hunting with in Greenhouse 3. /That/ was an adventure. It only took a few days for the boils on his hands to heal. No big deal! It was all for the sake of his inventions. "Madeline!" he calls out as he jogs over to where the girl is standing, giving her a brilliant smile. "How was your summer?"

An entire train car groans and tilts as a large man…no, an enormous BOY steps off. Rubeus Hagrid mumbles an apology to the students that had been stuck behind him as he squeezed out of the train. When he reaches the platform, he wrings his hands nervously, glancing around with considerable uncertainty in his dark eyes.

"Hey Josie!" Madeline greets her friend. It was hardly the first time she'd seen her that summer - what with her uncle having a place in Hogsmeade and all, now. "Oh, it was marvelous. It's always so nice being with family, isn't it? And this year - I get proper Hogsmeade weekends!" Stanley is also greeted with a friendly smile. "Hey there!"

Samira slinks out of her compartment from the Hogwarts Express. Arms folded behind her back, she rests her palms up under her elbows. Standing thus, she the first year students heading towards Pringle and the boats beyond with a bit of a smile. But, as a MASSIVE boy she doesn't recognize emerges from a car not far away, she blinks and can't help but stare curiously as many others do.

Felix throws a hand to his forehead in a sloppy salute to Mr. Pringle. "Aye, aye, sir!" He's just about to dash off to a carriage when Madeline draws his attention to Josie. Oh look, a distraction! "Oi, wotcher, Josie!" he hollers, coming up beside Madeline again.

Amber tries - she really does - to stifle a giggle behind the back of her hand at Maddie's description of Felix. It's all too true, but still… Unfortunately, stifling the giggle just makes her snort lightly. "Just don't break anything important, oui?"
Lowering her hand as her sister arrives, Amber grins: "You'll like the carriage ride, Ali - promise." Even if she is partial to boats, herself - she does enjoy the carefree ride to school.
Catching sight of Sierra, Amber excuses herself from the others and trots over to meet her, dodging students as she goes. Closing the distance between them, Amber throws her arms around her friend to give her a warm hug.

Pringle's eyes widen just a touch and for a fraction of the moment; he was coming up short on his firstie head count, but there the head comes! "Oi, Haffie," He bellows at Rubeus, "c'mon and 'urry up. Yew'll be in me boat, that's about all that can fit. Leave your things, they'll be handled for yew. Right! Form up an' follow me First Years. Prefects, yew're in charge of gettin the rest to the castle alive an' in one piece. Good luck…"

"It's appreciated - because it's probably my marble, that Mischief made off with!" Madeline answers her friend with a giggle. "Com'on - let's see how many we can squeeze into a carriage!" she encourages her friends.

Alicia looked over in the enormous boy's direction. Alicia smiled and offered a little wave to Rubeus — knowing that the train ride over was a little awkward for him. Alicia also smiled over at Sierra when she entered the fray, so to speak. The fresh second-year student wrapped her arms over her chest and started to hum a piece of classical music to herself: that's what she did when was a touch anxious. "I'm sure it's lovely," Alicia said to Amber, "Although the view of the castle from the boats is quite lovely. You should ask Pringle if you can help with the boats, Amber." Sometimes it's hard to tell if Alicia is joking or not.

An entire train car groans and tilts as a large man…no, an enormous BOY steps off. Rubeus Hagrid mumbles an apology to the students that had been stuck behind him as he squeezed out of the train. When he reaches the platform, he wrings his hands nervously, glancing around with considerable uncertainty in his dark eyes.

"Hey Josie!" Madeline greets her friend. It was hardly the first time she'd seen her that summer - what with her uncle having a place in Hogsmeade and all, now. "Oh, it was marvelous. It's always so nice being with family, isn't it? And this year - I get proper Hogsmeade weekends!" Stanley is also greeted with a friendly smile. "Hey there!"

Samira slinks out of her compartment from the Hogwarts Express. Arms folded behind her back, she rests her palms up under her elbows. Standing thus, she the first year students heading towards Pringle and the boats beyond with a bit of a smile. But, as a MASSIVE boy she doesn't recognize emerges from a car not far away, she blinks and can't help but stare curiously as many others do.

Felix throws a hand to his forehead in a sloppy salute to Mr. Pringle. "Aye, aye, sir!" He's just about to dash off to a carriage when Madeline draws his attention to Josie. Oh look, a distraction! "Oi, wotcher, Josie!" he hollers, coming up beside Madeline again.

Amber tries - she really does - to stifle a giggle behind the back of her hand at Maddie's description of Felix. It's all too true, but still… Unfortunately, stifling the giggle just makes her snort lightly. "Just don't break anything important, oui?"
Lowering her hand as her sister arrives, Amber grins: "You'll like the carriage ride, Ali - promise." Even if she is partial to boats, herself - she does enjoy the carefree ride to school.
Catching sight of Sierra, Amber excuses herself from the others and trots over to meet her, dodging students as she goes. Closing the distance between them, Amber throws her arms around her friend to give her a warm hug.

Pringle's eyes widen just a touch and for a fraction of the moment; he was coming up short on his firstie head count, but there the head comes! "Oi, Haffie," He bellows at Rubeus, "c'mon and 'urry up. Yew'll be in me boat, that's about all that can fit. Leave your things, they'll be handled for yew. Right! Form up an' follow me First Years. Prefects, yew're in charge of gettin the rest to the castle alive an' in one piece. Good luck…"

"It's appreciated - because it's probably my marble, that Mischief made off with!" Madeline answers her friend with a giggle. "Com'on - let's see how many we can squeeze into a carriage!" she encourages her friends.

Alicia looked over in the enormous boy's direction. Alicia smiled and offered a little wave to Rubeus — knowing that the train ride over was a little awkward for him. Alicia also smiled over at Sierra when she entered the fray, so to speak. The fresh second-year student wrapped her arms over her chest and started to hum a piece of classical music to herself: that's what she did when was a touch anxious. "I'm sure it's lovely," Alicia said to Amber, "Although the view of the castle from the boats is quite lovely. You should ask Pringle if you can help with the boats, Amber." Sometimes it's hard to tell if Alicia is joking or not.


The Docks

At the southwest shore of the Black Lake right off of the Hogsmeade rail station is a small dock area where the annual first year migration takes place, floating across the lake to the Hogwarts Campus that looms on the northeast shore atop the high cliffs that border the northern side of the lake. The campus and the buildings of the Hogsmeade village can be seen on the northwest shore. The Forbidden forest encompasses the eastern shore of the lake and a few trees even encroach on the docks. The road to the northwest for coaches to take wizards and witches from the Rail station to the Village curves about the west shore of the lake.


Rubeus eyes the boats warily. "Um…sir?" He lifts a hand just to his shoulder, looking bashfully to Mr. Pringle. "I'm not sure tha' boat will hold me up."

Pringle makes another head count at the docks to make sure that he has everyone. A scroll is taken out and he reads off the names of this years new crop which includes the names, "Black, Orion. Flitwick, Eutheria. Grubbly, Wilhelmina. Hagrid, Rubeus. Hornby, Olive. Kier, Lissie. Lavigne, Alexander. Rosier, Druella. Warren, Myrtle." With every name he waits for a reply of some sort of presence and slashes his wand about the air pointing to different boats assigning them to each as their name is called. "Don't yew worry Hagrid. It will hold, these boats have been carrying first years since the founding and not one has spilt over. Yew think you're the first Haffie to go to Hogwarts?" He snorts derisively and points Hagrid towards the lead boat.

"Present." Druella flicks her hand in the air when her name is called, and grins excitedly at the other first-year students. She finds herself in a boat together with Eutheria and Alexander. "Hullo. I'm Dru Rosier. It's Alexander Lavigne, wasn't it? And I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." She smiles at the serious girl.

"Here, sir," Lissie pipes, her voice lilting.

"Present, sir," Eutheria announces her presence, and moves into the indicated boat. "Oh, umm, Eutheria Flitwick," she introduces herself, her gaze going back and forth between her two companions. Alexander she recognized, at least. "It's very nice to meet you," she says politely, before getting settled onto one of the wooden seats.

Rubeus obediently approaches the lead boat, bending over to grip the edge as he gingerly tests one foot in the little vessel. He groans uncertainly, but one look at the stern Caretaker convinces him that getting wet is a kinder fate than earning that man's displeasure. Much to his astonishment, when he steps fully into the boat, though it rocks a bit, it stays very much afloat!

Lissie looks about shyly, not knowing anyone to boat with. She bites her lip, then settles herself into one of the boats nearest Pringle. "I'm not very good for rowing in a boat this size," she calls.

Alexander shuffles towards his assigned boat when his name is called, looking around for Eutheria. Would she be on the same boat as him? He hoped they wouldn't get separated.. He even hoped they might get sorted into the same house. He would feel better having at least ONE person he knew close by… If not, he would probably just do his best to blend into the background. He wasn't very good at making friends…

"Eutheria Flitwick," Druella repeats, dropping her eyes and chuckling. "Thank you, I'll remember it now I suppose. The castle looks marvelous over the water, doesn't it? So ancient and majestic."

Pringle is a touch distracted by a bit of a snit and then Olive Hornby tugging on his sleeve asking to be put into another boat than the one she was assigned with Myrtle Warren. "Miss Hornby, the assignments are that an' there an' that is as they say, that. Now return to your boat or it will sail without you." After the girl has huffed and returned to continue sniping at Myrtle the Caretake pinches the bridge of his nose as he himself gets into the lead boat. "Settled Haffie?" He then angles his scrutiny to the other boats. "Everyone settled in? There'll be no rowing." He over heard something about rowing earlier. Indeed there are no oars anywhere to be found in the boats.

"It, umm… it does look nice," Eutheria agrees. "All those lights in the windows, and reflected in the water…" She glances uncertainly at Druella - the poor girl was stuck with two students who weren't very good at making friends. "Ummm… so which house do you think you'll get?"

Rubeus nods, gripping the sides of the boat with white knuckles. "Yes, sir. I'm settled, sir." The young half-giant looks over his shoulder to the other students behind him, offering meek smiles to the few faces he's learning to recognise.

Pringle places his hand on the rudder of the boat and with that simple act the boats loosen their ropes and all start to smoothly glide over the dark surface of the water as the sun is just disappearing fully and the large full moon back lights the towers and palisades of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The wonders of magic are also prevailent in the fact that the lead boat is no lower in the water than the other much lighter boats. "The cah-sill was built in the late Early Middle Ages, just abouts 993 by a wizard architect and the four most celebrated wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. Over yonder there to the northwest, yew can see the lights of Hogsmeade Village. In a few years time yew'll be able to go there some weekends." It doesn't sound like he much enjoys being the Tour Guide, but he does as he's asked by the Headmaster, however grudingly.

"Slytherin, I expect," Dru answers Eutheria with perfect equanimity. "Most everyone does, in my family. It would come as a terrific shock if I were to turn out Hufflepuff or Gryffindor or something." She chuckles. "What about you? I wonder how it really works - my brother won't tell me anything useful."

"Umm, well. Probably Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. I'm not a pureblood, after all, and I'm just… well, I don't think I'm a Gryffindor." As the boats begin to move, Eutheria grabs the sides of the boat with a tight grip, her eyes widening.
Yeah. Probably not Gryffindor.

Lissie is silent for the now, her eyes wide as she watches the castle as it slides into view. She offers a soft sigh of contentment. "Home…"

"Do you think? Anyway, Hufflepuff's a good house, I've heard there's nobody for tenacity like the Hufflepuffs," Druella chatters, seemingly taking no notice of Eutheria's death grip on the boat. "And if you end up a Ravenclaw, I'm going to come to you with my unsolvable homework questions. My brother would be shocked if I went Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, but he'd positively die of astonishment if I turned up Ravenclaw."

"Well… they're all good houses, right?" Eutheria answers. "And I'm sure I'll, umm, make friends. No matter what." Real, proper friends! That would be a change. "So I suppose it doesn't really matter…"

When they drift through the rippling waters there are distant howls to the north here and there, but it doesn't seem to irk Pringle any. Nor does he seem startled or irked when a large tentacle comes up out of the water to the front of the boat and it curls up enough to attempt to give Rubeus a wet petting to his black hair. Other smaller if still large tentacles start to appear at each boat as the Giant Squid comes to greet the new batch of students.

"Oh!" Rubeus exclaims in surprise. But upon seeing the tentacle extending from the water, he grins broadly, reaching out to pet it. "Hello there! Aww…ain't he cute!"

"We can be friends," Dru offers cheerfully. "Whichever house you - oh!" She gapes, momentarily taken aback as tentacles begin to crawl up over the edge. "Calig -definitely- didn't say anything about this! What -is- it?"

Lissie jerks back, startled by the squid, then grins a little. "Hello, you great squiddie-lad," she murmurs. "Doan think you'll be fitting in a seat for't, but here's a wee bit o' feasting for you." She presses half of a pumpkin pasty into the tentacle. "An' good health to you!"

Pringle looks back to Druella's boat, "Completely friendly, nothing to fear. He is a giant squid." A large suction cup curls around the pumpkin pastie and that tentacle along with all the others slip back into the water and the boats carry on. Notably the tentacle that's the longest spent a little time lingering with Rubeus, enjoying the petting. "Yew probably remind it of Ogg." Pringle comments to Hagrid. A veiled insult.

"Umm - I think it's the giant squid," Eutheria answers, leaning away from one of the tentacles. "It's… it's not going to grab anyone, is it?" She looks at Pringle, to see if he's a all bothered by the creature's appearance. His reassurances do her some good, and she even tenatively touches the creature.

Rubeus seems to brighten at the insult, clearly perceived as a compliment. "Who's Ogg? Does he take care of the squid? I wish I had a squid…" he muses longingly.

"If it were, I think it'd go for him there," Druella nods in amazement toward Rubeus. "They look rather close friends already!" She doesn't touch the squid, but she begins to look less… alarmed. "Oh, and where would you keep him, then?" she teases Rubeus across the water. "I don't think enormous squids were on the list of approved pets we were allowed to bring along with us!"

Pringle lowers his head some in a silent groan, "Ogg is Groundskeeper. Half-Troll, cannae miss'm." The area grows darker as they slip into the shadow cast by the castle and slight grinding and mooring sounds come as the boats all collect together and slip into their docks within the boat house. The sound reminiscent of those boat rides at muggle faires and festivals. But this is magic, not machinery pulling and putting the boats in their proper places. "Alright, long walk up lots of stairs. No complainin'. Let's go."


Chamber of Reception

This small, square room off the Entry Hall has been tucked into a corner, out of the way and rarely used. The first years first make it here from their climb up from their boat ride across Black Lake at the beginning of term. The smooth stone walls are lit by a lamp hanging overhead, with two sconces on each wall. There's barely even any furniture here, a few padded chairs and small, polished tables scattered around the edges where students sometimes meet to chat or study out of the way of the castle's bustle. Within the eastern wall of the Ante-chamber is a well fortified door that leads out to a large courtyard that acts as an exit to the eastern portion of the campus grounds.


"Did you… bring a pet?" Eutheria asks Druella as their boat docks. "I don't have one," she admits, as she climbs out and then tries to steady the boat for the other students. She looks up at the large flight of stairs they have to climb, and lets out a quiet sigh. Better get started, she supposes, and starts on her way up.

"Only an owl," Druella admits as they climb ashore and begin the long slog upward toward the castle. "I'm allergic to cats, and I don't think I'd much like a rat for a pet." She glances Lissie's way and comments, "Lissie Keir's got a little weasel, though, and I didn't know those were allowed. I might ask Daddy to send me one. Owls are splendid for letter-writing but not much fun otherwise as pets."

"I don't know if I've ever met a weasel, properly," Eutheria remarks in a thoughtful tone. "Are they nice? I've met plenty of cats though - wandering about the alley - and of course I've seen sooooo many owls."

"Oh, a ferret?" Dru takes this piece of information, mulls it over, then nods. "Hers seemed friendly enough, but I didn't meet it personally yet. It's very handsome, all sleek and whiskery."

Pringle rumbles as he climbs up in front of the students after giving Hagrid a lantern to take up the back. "Yew must receive special permission for an unlisted pet."

"If I could have any sort of pet…" Eutheria muses softly. "Any sort of pet…" What would she get? "Hmm. I'm not sure, actually. But it would be nice to have a pet."

"I think so too," Druella agrees, examining the stone walls on either side of them idly as they climb. "Which isn't to say that I don't like Orrin, he's grand. But owls aren't the most sociable of creatures."

Pringle sighs when they reach the top of the stairs and then once he leads them into the Chamber of Reception he nods to them all and takes the lantern back from Rubeus. "Behave now. Deputy Headmaster Black will be in to collect you soon."

Alexander had already been rather shaken up by the sighting of the giant squid, and so he was being a bit more quiet than usual. As soon as they had been allowed to get off the boats, however, he stuck close to Eutheria, as she was the only familiar face he saw and that brought him comfort. The young boy swallowed deeply and tried to take his mind off the idea that now they would be marched before the entire school and made to sit on the sorting stool. He really didn't want to be the center of attention. He just hoped the hat would sort him quickly.

Druella holds her elbows, looking around with an expression that is a curious blending of excitement and apprehension. "What do you suppose everyone else is doing now?" she asks the others, in the silence.

"Umm. Well, I suppose they're getting off the carriages?" Eutheria offers uncertainly. She glances at Olive Hornby, as the girl mutters something catty under her breath, then very determinedly looks away. "Do you think they put their things away before dinner? I hope not. I'm hungry."

"I don't know." Dru taps her foot impatiently, staring at the door. "We have to eat too, don't we? Surely they don't keep us waiting longer than we have to…." she trails off.

Right on cue from a side door comes Professor Black. A single eyebrow arches up at the gathering of students. "Greetings children and welcome to Hogwarts. I am Deputy Headmaster Black. But you may just call me Professor Black, I hope to have many of you in my class in three years. I teach the Study of Ancient Runes. We are just about ready for you. Please follow me into the great hall and we will get you settled in."

It's time! Druella gives an excited little hop, eyes dancing, and queues up behind Eutheria. "Here we go, then."

Lissie has been silent thus far. Now she trembles, clamps her school hat on her head, and mutters something that sounds like a prayer to not be sick.

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