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It was fall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Early October, the 16th to be exact. Leaves had already turned to briliant shades of red, yellow and orange, even providing for the Whomping Willow something that resembled beauty. Hagrid's garden was filled with the orange and green of his traditional giant pumpkins. On the steps of the school the students were assembled, watching and waiting for the arrival of their guests and mostly oblivious to the light rain that was falling. You see this year Hogwarts was once again hosting the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The eyes of the students eagerly cast of the uneasy waters of the Black Lake watching for the first sign of the ship from Durmstrang, while others intently watched the gray, cloudy skie for the first sign of the giant flying carriage favored by Beauxbatons.

The Durmstrang ship was the first to arrive, appearing in a magical whirlpool before smoothly sailing up the the lake shore and disembarking it's students. Johanna Lagerspetz, dressed in her school uniform of fur cloak, hat, and blood-red robes, walked up to the steps of the English school. She thought she might have heard some applause, cheering, or something of that nature, but she was too busy looking at the sky to tell. She couldn't help but let out a mournful sigh. It was completely clouded over and raining, with no signs of a break anywhere which meant no stargazing tonight. Turning her attention back to what was going on in front of her she passed the assembled Hogwarts students, who she smiled at brightly, and into the Entrance Hall. There was a fair amount of milling about by the Durmstrang students as they waited for the arrival of their French counterparts. Johanna found a nice little corner to stand in while they waited for the students from the other schools to enter and the Hogwarts students to lead them into the Great Hall.