This adolescent merfolk - Finnian - had taken it upon himself to journey the quarter of a mile distance from his village to the shores of Hogwarts. For fun, for adventure. It was not unheard of that his kind visited humans, no matter how rare that may be.

His head broke the water, thin rivulets of water running down his face. It was just his luck that he happened to swim cautiously up to the Lake’s shore on the day something big was happening. What an intriguing moment. The humans were having a get together of sorts. Would they mind it terribly if he lingered for a moment? Finnian would even love to get to know a few of them.