I walked into the Great Hall. It was completely empty, and of course it was. Class was in session. So why wasn't I there? Someone had informed me that I'd have to be sorted, and to report to the Hall. I expected that others would be here, a teacher, or even a ghost. I sighed. Where would I go now? Should I stay or should I go? I'd find the Headmaster in his office. This was probably a prank-
"Astoria," called a voice from behind me. I whipped my head around, to see the Head master standing behind me.
"I'm here to get sorted," I said weakly, colour draining from my face. This would determine the friends I made, the life I'd have at Magica.
"Of course," he said firmly, and I knew I had to stay. "Let's begin."