Blend into the Upperclassmen

No... its too risky. You glance around, stiffening your shoulders as you watch the mannerisms of the young ladies and gentlemen (using the term loosely) surrounding you. Years of training at St. Rasput's run through your mind as you slowly relax yourself, mimicking the social cues of the other Draconi you can see. First and Second years don't look all that different. Its mostly just a matter of habit. Act like you belong, and nobody will be able to tell the difference. You try to assure yourself, casually stepping your way to the back of the mass of bodies as it thins out, the front of the boat and dry land getting closer and closer. Still, you can't help but turn your head down and shy away from the flirting Leontes... knowing that if he sees you, he'll be able to call your bluff, leaving you just a tad out of step with the pack. Hopefully, everybody would just think you were a little socially awkward... hopefully.

You're just a few steps away from the island, holding your breath as you're about to step down from the boat, feeling a strange chill down your back as you worry something is right behind you...