Forrest felt much nicer compared to the beginning of the train journey. He'd met FOUR people on the train too--three of them from the awesome Gryffindor house. All was going well, and he could even manage to follow the man that yelled on top of his lungs ('Firs' years, this way!') easily despite the crowd pouring out of the train. Soon enough, the crowd was left behind though as they were left only the first years--and he narrowed his eyes to see what was ahead.

And he was frozen on the spot momentarily when he made it out.

They were going to ride in boats! He couldn't decide what to feel--it was a close call between being TERRIFIED and THRILL. It was so DARK, and yet it was water--the very thing he liked the most. So, mouth smiling but a bit of fear in the eyes, he finally moved to follow the others too and stood there as he tried to see who would want him on their boat--or whether he needed a new one.