Coming via lake, Forrest had, quite naturally, expected to return via lake as well.

But Hogwarts had different surprises for him in mind, it seemed, because he was now standing in front of carriages with nothing to pull them. He was past the point to wonder how they were going to move, because obviously a horse would soon be brought here to pull them. Even though there wasn't enough time to harness them all and still make it to the train in the muggle way. Maybe there were spells to harness horses quickly. Yeah. That sounded better. Looking around for a familiar face, he spotted Minerva and dragged his about-to-burst-open bag to her carriage.

"Hello!" he greeted her happily. He didn't even notice she was sad, because his brain didn't acknowledge that anyone could be sad leaving that dirty place. Sure, he was kinda down for leaving Tobias, Ella, Minerva, Kace--generally Hufflepuffs--but he wasn't going to pay for turnstiles and stuff anymore! What a joy, yes? YES!

So, Minerva, be happy. WE'RE LEAVING NO MORE CLEANING BAD FOOD TURSTILES YAY!

He fumbled with the handle of his bag and tried--but failed--to lift it.

"How did you load your bag up there?"