Seat One

A pale girl with blonde dreadlocks and large round glasses looks up as you approach. "Name?" she asks, blowing a large bubble of pink gum.

You tell her your name, and she looks down at her sheet.

"You're in Forest Hall, Meadow Seven."

You accept your key, a handful of papers, and before you can think to ask what you're supposed to do next or where you're supposed to go, she's calling out "Next!" and the people behind you step up to take your place.

Great, you think, and decide you should find somewhere out of the way to examine your paperwork.