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Nobody had told him that they would need to get in a boat to reach the school. Daxton had been aware that they were near some kind of large body of water - something about the air had felt different, though he couldn't explain what it was, given that he was all too focused on trying not to pay attention to the sounds of the footsteps and talking and breathing of all the first years around him - but he hadn't expected that they would need to cross it.
Daxton looked around, squinting in the near-darkness to try and see where the older students had gone. It was impossible to tell, only to see that they weren't here, so instead he looked at the boats again, his sense of unease growing.
Though he'd lived in a coastal village for the past few years, Daxton had never learnt to swim. Not in the sea, not in a lake, not in a pool, not anywhere. He lingered at the edge of the lake, scowling angrily which helpfully served to conceal his high state of anxiety. It helped that he really was furious about the entire matter.
He wasn't going to do it. Wasn't getting in one of those stupid little boats that looked as though they could easily sink at the slightest touch, or get flipped by an unruly first year who thought they were being funny, like Char. Was there another way of getting across? He did not want to get in one these.
Daxton stared around at the students assembled and loading themselves into the boats, and looked for the groundskeeper again. He was planning on demanding he find him another way across, before remembering he'd left his notebook with his luggage, not realising he wouldn't have the opportunity to retrieve it before they were all ushered off the train. Without that, communication was impossible, unless the man knew sign language.
His scowl deepened.
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