Austin's first portkey ride was awful. He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions, and he ended up landing on his back. Thankfully his backpack wasn't damaged. He would like to keep the stuff he brought, thank you very much. He got up, and joined the group he came in with, mainly because he didn't know what else to do. Eventually the other groups had made it, and now they were waiting on... who?

Ah, must be this really Scottish guy introducing himself. Enough people were asking him questions, so he decided to keep quiet. His stomach growled, and he hoped no one could hear. Kneeling down, he dug through his bag to happily find a small treat. Thank Merlin. He thought. He stood back up and looked around. Where were they going?