Dag awoke, alone in the house, as usual. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, a standard digital display of the time from the local Tesco. It wasn’t considered fairly rudimentary within his family, but why not use the odd Muggle device to your advantage? Honestly, there were simply some things that the Muggles did better than anyone in the world of Witchcraft and Wizardry could do. 

The time was 6:06 am. He had enough time to simply lay there for a little while, to let himself think. He idly wondered where his parents were and what they were up to to; he had an idea of their activities. They were very secretive towards him, and he knew they meant well as far as he was concerned. They’d provided him with every comfort he needed, but it didn’t take a diviner to know that Death Eaters will always be Death Eaters. It wasn’t that he disapproved entirely of that, he just figured that maybe keeping a lower profile was a good idea. Alas, even if they got into trouble or aroused suspicion within the ranks of the Aurors, well... It would just mean another surprise visit from the Ministey of Magic. Life goes on. 

At 7:00 am on the dot, Dag climbed out of bed and meticulously arranged the sheets and comforter in a neat and tucked fashion so that’s it was smooth and without the slightest wrinkle. He went through the routine of cleaning himself up, and double checked his supplies. He didn’t need much, and whatever he was missing he was sure that he could acquire from the Bazaar when he arrived. He threw on a lightly blue patterned plaid button-up and a pair of black jeans. He labored for a moment over which shoes to wear, and eventually just resigned to a pair of Nike trainers he’d had for years. Light, but sturdy, if a bit worn. Easy to repair in a pinch. 

Once again he re-read the instructions for the Sand Portal. He had a glass of water, mildly wondered if he should have more, but decided against it. With his bag slung over one shoulder, Dag tipped the jar over his head, and off he went.

He was met with a blinding flash before being able to take in the scene of the Bazaar before him so that when he arrived he had his arms up to shield his eyes. Professor Harsiesi and Devin were there. Unless anyone else had arrived that he couldn’t see, he had been the second to show up. Dag didn’t know Devin very well at all; they were in different houses, but Hogwarts was a small place, all things considered. He didn’t expect to see any completely new faces. 

“Morning.” He muttered while stepping out of his sand pile. He’d clean that up, noticing that Devin had no sand residue of his own. It was then that he involuntarily began to itch his neck. “Should have had more of the water, I guess.” He added placidly.