Memorial Hall loomed over me, the wide wings flanking the massive tower in the center making me nauseous all of a sudden. What was I thinking coming here? Trying to fit in with other kids, even witches, when I was so... not like them?

I think I would have turned around and hidden in my room if it hadn't been for Charlotte. She must have sensed my panic because she grasped my arm firmly, one of the rare times she'd ever touched me, and guided me forward through the big doors to ...