43. Headmaster

The Dining hall looked splendid. It had long tables where several older students sat chatting. The tables were filled with shiny silver plates and cutlery. At the entrance of the new students, a hundred faces turned around to look at them. The excitement welled up in Amy disappeared, and was immediately replaced by nervousness.

As she settled down in her seat, a professor stood up from his throne-like chair. “Good evening, everybody,” he said with an unusually loud voice from the top of the hall. He was the man who had delivered Jackie’s acceptance letter four years ago. The headmaster.