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I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon. I shot out of the bed and scrambled to get dressed.

"Okay people! Wakey wakey. Breakfast is ready." a female voice said.

I rushed to the kitchen an sat in a chair as fast as I could.

"We have a hungry one do we now?" She said. "My name's Layla, in case you were wondering."

Layla handed we a plate with rice, eggs, and bacon. The rice had soy sauce on it and the eggs had ketchup. She also handed me a spoon. I took a little bit of the rice and tasted it. Then, I devoured it like someone was gonna take it. Within minutes, the plate was empty. Not a speck of anything.

"May I-" HICCUP "Have-" HICCUP "Some wa-" HICCUP" "ter?" HICCUP, I asked.

"Sure," Layla said and went to fetch me a glass of water. Which I also devoured. Soon my hiccups were gone and I was full.

Nicole and some of the other students I had came here with entered.

"Bad news and good news," Nicole said. "Whatcha wanna hear first?"

"Bad," I replied.

"Two bad things, first of all, Voldemort survived the explosion. Second of all, he has complete and utter control over the Ministry." Nicole said.

"What's the good news?" I asked, not believing that there could be a hint of good news.

"They have absolutely no idea we're here," Nicole said.

"Well, I guess that's good," I said.

"We're beginning classes soon," Nicole said. "We want to teach you everything we can."

"Makes sense," I replied.

"We've split you into two groups, one of sixteen and one of seventeen," Nicole said. "We made your schedules last night." She handed over a paper to all of us eating, or in my case sitting with an empty plate and glass in front of me.

I looked over my schedule. I had my first class, one that I had never seen before called General Magic.

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Published: January 28, 2019.

Word Count: 320

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Hey guys! This is gonna be one of a series, is gonna take place over several years, or if I have this planned out right, decades or even centuries.

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