It was strange, to have been fighting against magic and very rarely being acceptinf of the few slightly trustworthy magic users they knew only to then have been sent to help out with some sort of ongoing war in a magical world that had been under their nose for centuries, maybe longer. Tim glanced around as they approached the imposing castle the locals called Hogwarts.

He was discomforted at the lack of technology, and tense when his own tech shorted out when coming into contact with magic. He sighs, walking closer to Cassie who floats idly.

"This is giving fantasy urban or gothic chic," she says, eyes darting around with a curious, almost awed expression.

Bart runs circles around them, vibrating with excitement. "It's been so long since I've seen a wizard or a witch! They're not so secretive in the future, but they also definitely kept to themselves so I never actually met one!"

Connor, who had been walking in front of them, stops suddenly, holding a hand out so Bart doesn't dart ahead.

"There's our welcoming committee," he says, voice a tad grim. Across the final gap of bridge stands a group of students and teachers (maybe? could be random adults).

Tim's eyes immediately catch the separate students that stand in front of the others. There's a specific trio, clad in red and gold scarves. Then, six students. One boy and one girl in a duo each wearing silver and green, yellow and white, and blue and black. Have they been separated into groups?

"Welcome," an elderly voice calls. An old man with a long beard (really long) and questionable fashion steps forward, greeting them. "To Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. We appreciate you coming all this way to help us in our war."

"Of course," Tim responds diplomatically. He smoohly slides in front of his teammates, eyes darting around the small group that had met them. "It's the least we can do."

"And what we do!" Bart pipes up.

"Yes, well. You will be sticking with our Head Boy and Head Girl and once they've introduced you to each House, you may decide where you will prefer to reside. Come forward, user." Dumbledore raises his hand, beckoning user forward. Tim can tell that this person is someone who isn't exactly pleased to have them around, if only because it means extra duties. "Go on, introduce yourself."