Matthew was looking at the pupils from Beauxbatons. Their robes seemed to be made out of fine silk, and they were shivering in the coldness of Scotland's weather. A few were smart and had scarfs or shawls wrapped around their heads. Madame Maxime (he overheard his papa talk about her a couple of times) was talking to Dumbledore, and after some time they went into the castle.

There was an excited buzzing going around despite the cold, which had some people shivering. A lot of people looked at the sky intensely, probably assuming the students from Drumstrang would arrive with something like Beauxbatons. For a few minutes, the only thing that could be heard were the gigantic horses from Beauxbatons which stamped their hooves. 

Then, a soft rumbling made itself known. Matthew looked around to find the source of the rumbling, and then he heard someone yell "The lake! Look at the lake!" Everyone's eyes were now glued onto the lake, trying to find whatever was happening. 

From their position, the Nort-American twins had a perfect view of the smooth surface of the lake. But it wasn't that smooth anymore. Deep inside the lake, something was stirring the water until there were massive waves and bubbles. And then, in the perfect middle of the lake, a giant whirlpool appeared. And from that whirlpool - which must've been magical - a giant ship rose up, water spilling from the deck. It reminded Matthew of the ships his British and French fathers used to have. He always loved running around on them when one of their ships were in the harbour. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Viktor Krum next to Karka-something. That was the famous Quidditch player Hannah had told him about! He followed Krum with his eyes, catching a glimse of Alfred's grin as the American did the same.

Arthur stared at the ship in slight amusement, thinking back to his pirate days. Ah, yes, his times of glory. The Empire in which the sun never set. If only he was back in those times... Well, not forever, but just for a few days, that'd be nice. Maybe if he made a new spell... Arthur shook his head gently and looked at the head of Drumstrang. Just an old- Hang on a minute, that was a Death Eater! Well, former, but still! He had to keep his guard up around that man from now on...