Dark waves sloshed against the hull of the skeletal ship towering above a bustling throng of parents, children, and baggage. On the dock, a skinny, black-haired boy paused his struggle with a battered trunk to admire the massive vessel, its sides draped with banners bearing the Durmstrang crest.
Durmstrang. At last, after all the stories...Natalya's of the strict teachers and challenging curriculum, Ivan and Yuri's of the castle's many hidden nooks (perfect for stuffing little brothers into). At last, he was going.
Igor tried to look resolute as he dragged his trunk up the gangplank, secretly holding his breath.