Those familiar with the movie might recall that the students
arrived by train and were then ferried in darkness across the lake with a view
of Hogwarts standing on a hill above them. We, too, arrived by train at
Kingswear station and were then ferried across the River Dart with a view of
BRNC standing proud and aloof on a hill above the town. Being late on a day in
early January, it was dark at the time.
And when we made our first entrance into the grand old
building there was a wide staircase, down which an officer came to greet us.
Hogwarts had its houses, we had our divisions. The Hogwarts students had robes,
while we had uniforms. They competed for the House Cup, while we competed in
sailing races, sports events, and personal leadership exercises. My division
was St Vincent, and we nearly always won.
I suppose that makes me somewhat akin to an alumnus of
Gryffindor. I’m fine with that.
Not quite Hogwarts, but grand enough
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