The boy had a point. Boats were quite unstable, however Sunday did feel a moticome of triumph that someone would hear if one fell into the water. Unfortunate, really that the test subject had to be her. It wasn't as if she was a stranger to water, though it was quite cold...

"That is fair," she conceded, casting him an appreciative glance as she pulled another strand of seaweed out of her hair. A few of them were a little too tangled in the knot of hair that was the bun her sisters had helped her fashion earlier that morning. Her face fell slightly when she realized they'd have to see her like this.

She smiled gratefully at the proffered cloak and accepted it. "Pleasure to meet you Archie," she replied, draping the cloak around herself. It helped the wind, however, she couldn't resist putting it slightly over her head, seeing as most of her shivering started at the top. "So, she said her voice slightly muffled as she buried her face into the fresh cloak. "What house are you hoping to get sorted into, Archie?"