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| -- | "Be nice to your kids. They choose your nursing home." | -- |
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You step inside, trying to take in everything around you. This place is so unlike anything you've ever seen. Identical to a mideval castle that would've thrived in the Dark Ages of Europe, yet with modern and very odd decorations and furniture. You try not to appear amazed, but soon give up on that.
"My name is Onceina, by the way." She introduces herself quickly. "I'm the headmistress of this school." You are led to a small door off of the side of the Entrance Hall. You walk in, not expecting to meet up with a large crowd of other children, packed into the room, whispering frantically in frightened voices. "You must wait in here with the other first years to be sorted. It'll only be a minute."
"Sorted... huh?" You inquire, but she is already gone.
Moments later a pair of doors on the other side of the little room are thrown open. The crowd of children in the room with you, hurry to form a twisted line, and then begin to file into the chamber on the other side of the doors. You follow, as you have nowhere else to go.