scorpiodragon
Five Thousand Club
The girl who was in the boat when he had stumbled into it said nothing and didn't acknowlede the Indian native as the boats filled and finally began sailing across the surface of the Black Lake, the students shivering within the cold winds that blew past and huddling in on themselves, Nishant being one of the few exceptions as he awaited the place where he would live for most of the year, only going back to the orphanage during the holiday breaks and the summer. The eleven-year-old listened as the tall man said that they would be seeing Hogwarts in a moment and he couldn't help the gasp that escaped him as they rounded a bend in the lake and there stood Hogwarts on a cliff next to them, the towers and windows glimmering with lights, a dark and silent forest on the opposite bank, past the Quidditch Pitch where students from years two to seven would be able to play, students from each of the four houses making up a team to win something called the Quidditch Cup at the end of the year, though Nishant had not researched Quidditch when he had been trying to learn about the wizarding world and the politics and holidays that governed it, he had gotten some more books than required so he could understand this strange world of magick.
The boats drifted by the school, one student falling into the ocean only for a long tentacle to come up and put the child back into the boat. As htey docked they were told to duck their heads so they wouldn't hit the low hanging rock face of the hidden harbor, a curtain of ivy hanging over the entrance and sailed to a stone floor, the lake extending underground and a series of stone steps and paths leading up from where the boats touched ashore. Nishant scrambled out of the boat he was in with some difficulty and followed the giant of a man and the bobbing lantern he carried, the other first years milling around him as they huddled again together, keeping an eye on the bobbing lanter held aloft before them and ahead of them, up the twisting paths and stairs until they reached a set of oaken doors which the giant man knocked upon with a large meaty fist, bigger than Nishant's own head.
The doors were opened by an intimidating woman, dressed in an emerald green robe, pointed hat and glasses on her nose. She seemed a stern looking woman, reminding him of the matron at the orphanage he lived within and it made him cower under her presence...he just knew she wouldn't take any sass and might punish if needed, just like madam did back where he lived before this magical world and where he would likely remain until he reached adulthood in the muggle world, whenever that was...eighteen to twenty. They were led into an antechamber off the entrance hall and listened to a speech about the four houses and the houses being like a family. Nishant couldn't help the disbelieving snort that came out of his mouth, family was nothing. He also thought the woman was being biased with the order of the houses she spoke of, noticing the slight sneer in her voice when she mentioned the houses of Hufflepuff and Slytherin.
She left, telling them to smarten up and that she would be back for them shortly, again he couldn't think how wrong this was to leave a bunch of children to their own desires and devices in a room within a strange place. Who knew what these so called 'purebloods' would do to the so called 'half bloods' and 'muggleborn' or kids like him who had no family and were of a different ethnicity...what if they tortured him or something? Would anyone care or would the purebloods get off because they came from rich and influential people? At least that is what he gathered from reading about the purebloods...that they were all rich. Ghosts then came out of the wall, making Nishant step back, his face paling at the spirits of the dead as they talked about someone named Peeves and giving him a second chance while others said he had been given enough chances. The one who seemed to be arguing for Peeves was a fat man in a monk's robe. He was quiet as the ghosts then drifted again into a wall when the woman came back and told them to form into lines, the orphan immediately doing so, hiding near the back of one of the lines as students scrambled to do as the woman said. (Open)
