Hades was not late, but he definitely wasn't very early. He'd learnt that being absurdly early often didn't make anyone happy and he might end up catching them unprepared and that there would be almost nobody to talk to. This almost nobody generally included abosutely no pretty ladies either, so he was on the slightly late side of punctual. However little sense that made.

His eyes narrowed as he reached a rather alarming machine that let out whistling sounds every few minutes. And seeing people giving their wands to be put into the machines. If there was one thing Durmstrang had taught him, it was that you never voluntarily part with your wand. And if you did part with it, to get it back at the closest opportunity. The machine also brought another question to mind. Would he have to surrender his wand for testing every day?

At least one of the wand-weighing people was very pretty.