A world with magic (Angela’s Story)

“Hi, I’m Angela, and I’ll be your tour guide for today!” I spoke to the group of incoming freshmen. As a sophomore, we get the opportunity to do tour guides to fill out our volunteer hours.

“These are the freshman halls! They are usually pretty nice, but they don’t like tardiness so don’t stay by your lockers for too long. There is a bathroom on either side, but the onaholes need a introductory level spell to activate so just be patient.” Volunteer hours is a requirement for all young witches, as a lot of our extra curricular activities can bring about a lot of bad luck, and kindness is an easy way to nullify that.

“Most of the classes you take will be in this hallway, but for those of you taking Psycometry 101, you’ll have to go into the Sophmore hallway this semester, which is this way.” Honestly, a decent bit of the freshmen were pretty cute in our uniform, which was composed of long red robes with black overalls and a white dress shirt. Their was one freshman in particular who seemed to be bursting out of the dress shirt, but trying to act upon that now would definetly bring me a metric ton of bad luck.

“And with that, our tour is concluded. Any questions?” I asked.

“I have 1.” I heard from behind me. It was the head master of our school, a volumptuous women with dark skin and eyes way too easy to get lost in.

“The questions are for the freshmen, head master.” I said nervously.

With a snap of her fingers, a duplicate of me appeared by my side. “Don’t worry about it, now come in to my office.”