 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
Lucky for Michael, he was used to rain. He didn't complain about it, but he was obviously not happy when he was given a raincoat that looked... very mundane. So was his... clothes going to dry or something when he wore it? He shrugged as if to say "what's the harm?", and wore it on.
Nothing happened...
He sighed to himself. He wanted to go home already. All this hassle was for what? To swish a wand and create sparks? He could do that already, with fire. He was going to call his mum and she was going to come. He didn't even know why the first years specifically were taken from a different, muddy path... to a lake.
He looked up. It was dark, but he could hear the water. The lake was... huge. He couldn't see the end of it. Except...
"Wow..." He could only make out the lights of the building ahead, but it was obviously magnificent. He'd seen the pictures on the class books of course, but they didn't do any justice to the real thing. He watched it in awe, with his mouth open slightly. How many floors did it have? How many rooms? How long did it take to walk from one end to the other? These he didn't know, but he wanted to find out.
For once since getting his wand, he was eager yet again. He got onto the nearest boat, didn't even look at the other faces, and just studied the castle as they got nearer...
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