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Selene could sense the nervous excitement of the students around her. With their awed whispers and frantic movements. It seemed that the one thing all the students had in common was that they were uncertain of what to expect. Though Selene would never be willing to admit it, she, too, knew very little of what was to come. The difference between her and the other students, though, was that, when faced with uncertainly, Selene's upbringing allowed her a lesson to fall back on. Observe the others, she recalled her mother's wise words, let others be the first to make a mistake. This was, essentially, her guiding philosophy. Allow others to fall before you. Let their foolhardiness and rash actions lead to their downfall. Always observe and make yourself aware of your enemies weaknesses. One need not be the first, but they certainly cannot be the last, at least in the beginning. Of course, as the game runs on, a pureblood must always rise to the top. After all, cream rises to the top and the Gillette certainly saw themselves as the creme de le creme.

What did perturb Selene was the number of obvious mudbloods. She had always been taught that true wizarding purebloods were hard to find, but, in this, a school of magic, a school for only the best students, she certainly did nto expect to find so many...mediocre students. For, she was well aware that only purebloods could make fine wizards. Why would Hogwarts waste their time on teaching less than excellent students. This thought brought a slight scowl to her face.

As she reached the water's edge, she followed the other students' lead. Always assessing their choices and actions and the results it yielded them. She stepped into a boat, keeping her dignified posture, and waited, seemingly patiently, as the other students arrived.

Chase looked around and saw couple other people get into the boats, but no sign of Sam yet.

"I don't see him yet. Though it's a bit hard to see, since my night vision just got destroyed by the lantern right next to me," he nudged at the bright light, "I'm sure he'll be here soon. Or maybe he's planning to sneak up on us and spook us a little bit," he snickered.

"It wasn't your fault. It's hard to see the dark when you're surrounded by light," Chase said. The last sentence may or may not have a double meaning. Chase thought - and could prove - that it did. When you're happy, you're blinded by the blissful events, unaware of the injustice and suffering. He looked up at the sky and made a list of all the pros and cons of feeling nothing.

"Sam sure is slow," Chase complained. He let his gaze wander around, from the sky to the boats, then to the students who are searching for empty seats. He was quickly getting tired of waiting around, but he had to be patient.

"That girl looks like she's up to something," he said, pointing at a girl with short air a little distance from them. "Nevermind, I'm losing my mind," he said, turning his attention back to Ariana.