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Hazel stood outside at the river's edge and shivered with the sudden gust of cold wind. She stuck her hands in her pockets for warmth and was surprised to feel something hard and smooth in her pocket. Before she knew it, she was swept away in a woosh of Portkey sensation. She found herself on a riverbank in what had to be Scotland, with an incredible stone castle ahead of her.

Then the riverbank gave way with a crumble and she found herself hurtling down the rocky riverbank, only vaguely registering several sharp pains from head and other body parts striking sharp rock, before she plunged into the frigid, fast moving current.