Still crouched idly, Dag was wondering to himself concerning the human soul and what happened to it when you used certain methods of teleportation, such as the Sand Portal. The Sand Portal seemed to be an entirely different transportation method, much like the Muggle theory of deconstructing oneself into particles of energy to transmit across vast distances. They wondered about that very same thing, and it seemed as if the Sand Magic had seemed to deconstruct and then reconstruct the human body in order to carry the tiny bits over the distance. Of course, he could just ask, but Dag liked to think about this. [color=a2d39c][I]If you can botch an Apparation, can you botch a Sand Transport? Muck up an Apparation and you could lose your arse. But with the sand portal, you could just lose tiny bits of yourself at a time.[/I][/color] He thought to himself, and then became somewhat concerned with how he hadn't actually attempted to be meticulous about pouring an exact measurement of sand during the transport. [color=a2d39c][I]Would have been easier if someone had helped, but I think I'm sorted just fine...[/I][/color] He told himself, not quite believing it entirely. 

At that precise moment, Killian entered the group, and Dag decided not to think about the subject anymore. He greeted Killian with a nod and a hello, momentarily mused to himself about what Ilvermorny must be like as a school sitting atop a mountainous peak - and whether or not they spent their time blowing things up as Americans seemed to be fond of that - and then Zuri entered. At that, he somewhat involuntarily stood up and straightened. In Dag's mind, it went without saying that there was a regal beauty about Zuri, one that he couldn't help but notice. It hadn't been the first time, either, and it hadn't always been a smooth event. Before he could say anything to her, Professor Harsiesi began laying out instruction for them, and placed out a map. And then, just like that, he took off on a [I]carpet[/I]. Dag laughed a little as he flew away. He didn't really know what was so funny about a magic carpet, but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that. 

He marched over to the map and peered closely at it, ardently trying to sense if there were any enchantments that might muck things up. It was the sort of thing he wouldn't put past a Hogwarts Professor, but to his disappointment he found none. Of course that didn't mean they weren't there, he just didn't detect any. To be better safe than sorry, he pointed his wand at the map and incanted [color=39b54a]"Aparecium!"[/color] Nothing else immediately showed up, so invisible ink wasn't likely used here. Oh well. He studied quickly for the hotel, and hung about for a moment to observe the other students. [color=39b54a]"Oi, Zuri, fancy a mad dash through Cairo with me?"[/color] He asked boldly, trying to catch her gaze.