Giselle jumped again, but smiled widely when she saw the usually stoic-faced Helen laughing so freely. "I-I'm sorry," she murmured. "I guess I'm just over-excited--Oh, we're here!"

Right as she finished speaking, the prow of the boat bumped against the shore. The students clambered out in as orderly a fashion as the professors could get them in, then filed up to the castle doors.

Giselle was hushed, her eyes round in awe. Here she was, almost in her new school... her new home.

"I can't wait to get to the Feast and be Sorted," she whispered to Helen.

"It's the other way around, isn't it?" Asked a girl nearby.

"Oh, that's right," Giselle laughed. "I guess I forgot for a moment there."

Then they were through the castle doors and being led into a room just beside a pair of huge double doors that surely led into the Great Hall itself. The students were by that point at the height of their excitement, and the teachers were having a hard time getting them to quiet down.

"Madam Hooch will be here in a moment," called out a professor whom Giselle could not see. "Please keep your voices down and listen to what she tells you. She will be in charge of the Sorting Ceremony."

That got everyone to hush.