Archon's head slipped out of the disc of fire, the portal closing with a pop. The Headmistress seemed... ruffled. Perhaps she was just stressed with the start of the year. No matter. He began to walk toward the boat once more, then heard a lovely young female voice call out to him. His head turned toward the source, recognizing it before he caught sight of the brilliant fiery crown over the young woman's head that distinguished her. "Good evening, Miss Bell. I do hope you are continuing Potions this year. Would be a pity to see your talent go to waste!" he called with a little smile. He raised a hand in both greeting and goodbye, stepping into the wooden boat with a soft groan.<br/><br/>"Let's get this over with." he muttered, and flicked his wand forward. The lantern on the front of his boat flared up and began to cut through the dark water, his boat leading, the others following behind in a huge V shape, Archon standing at the prow of his vessel, watching the other side of the lake grow closer. And closer.<br/><br/>it took nearly fifteen minutes of splashing waves and shaking boats to cross the lake, and Archon was the first one out of the boat, leading the group to the great doors.