"What's your first class?"
"I've got maths."
"Same for me."
"I've got Alchemy class first."
Such murmurs filled the air as the first years students all gathered outside the Auditorium building and checked their schedules.
We were given some kind of magic book that was basically our personal handbook and guide that had our classes printed on them and would even magically update itself accordingly in case the student changes classes or there's changes to the schedule.
It's pretty handy, pun intended.
My girls were gathered around me as I opened my own handbook to check my schedule and I found that the very first 'lesson' for me was to meet with the Chancellor.
I guess that was to be expected, since I was her apprentice after all.
I split up with my girls as they went for their own classes while I carried my egg to head towards the teleportation platform.
As I went there, there were a few more murmurs from my school mates, though these were directed at me instead.
