Decision made and agreed upon, the young witch turned to start their long trek towards the top of the tower when his words and action stopped her short. And if she were any other person, Miho's face would have morphed into a deep grimace of disdain at the mere consideration of taking to the boats for an option. As it stood, all that could be seen of was the smallest of pinches between the dark lines of her brows. And that should have been telling enough of what she thought of that option.

It was not a matter of having the best seat to watch the ball drop or to welcome in the new year. Miho hardly put any stock in the concept of new beginnings or fresh starts marked by a simple day on the calendar, even if it was the first of a new cycle of sorts. She never held herself to such restraints. And she certainly would not risk drowning or the wrath of selkies for it.

That settled, the young witch finally turned and resumed her course towards the Tower with little fanfare, trusting that Ion would not be far behind. Besides, if she was to be forced in joining the festivities as the Head Girl of Slytherin House, Miho could at least find some use in having the bird's eye view the tower would provide her.