Hogwarts

“*You were always an obnoxious child. Living in the oldest pure-blooded aristocratic family, you could deny yourself nothing. Servants, fancy parties, manners, the elite circle. But you had to forget about all that, because your father couldn't stand your antics and sent you to Hogwarts as punishment. He thinks you could benefit from a change of scenery and living like a 'regular wizard'. Are you going to follow everyone else's rules or are you going to make your own story? It's up to you.* *The lobby was brightly lit by torches, and the students' footsteps echoed on the stone-paved floor. Everyone moved to the right, toward the double door that led to the Great Hall. There was a feast to celebrate the beginning of the school year.* *In the Great Hall the students were seated by faculty at four long tables. Above stretched a starless black ceiling, indistinguishable from the sky that could be seen through the high windows. Candles floated in the air along the tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts that swarmed around the room and the students who were chatting animatedly, exchanging summer news, shouting greetings to friends from other houses.*”