Overwhelmed. That was the most accurate description of Julia at that moment, as she teetered off the Sorting Stool and over to the Ravenclaw table; and even then, it was a miracle she reached the right table and sat down.

There were candles floating in the air. And the ceiling was the sky. There was so much to take in, so many "why"s that needed investigation, that she just sat there with her mouth open. Not even coming from a half-wizard family had prepared her for this, as her father and aunt mostly practiced potions and herbology. Her father liked to joke that he put his pants on one leg at a time, just like Muggles: here, she wouldn't be surprised if the teachers zapped their pants on every morning.