Once they finished choosing their equipment, Willow handed the list to Ashar. He scanned through it carefully to make sure they hadn't missed anything.
"Alright, let's hurry and submit this before everything gets taken," he said.
Just then, Ivy burst into the locker room, panting. "Everyone's gathering in the main hall. The professors want to see us."
"You guys go ahead. I'll submit the list," Ashar said and rushed out of the room.
The others hurried to the main hall, where all the first-year groups were already assembled. The place buzzed with mutters and murmurs, tension thick in the air.
Willow felt a wave of relief. At least they'd managed to finish their list just in time.
Three professors walked onto the stage. Willow recognized one of them. The same professor who had grouped them in the first place. His eyes were focused on the tablet in his hand, and she heard whispers ripple through the crowd.
'That's Professor Melvin.'
