177 The Last Trial

Large turkeys, salads, chicken wings, vegetables, gravy, and all thing that one can take leisure to eat was just lying atop the long tables. The students were chattering as they ate. Fireflies that passed by sometimes landed into the back of their palms, imposing a warm, fuzzy glow into their meals.

This time Faustina wasn't being noticed by the people. Their mediums were put into another sequestered space—as the professors had called it. They said that the mediums would come back to them after they would be assigned their houses.

That was the star of the night. 

The assigning of Houses in each and every student. Everyone seemed to be excited about that, but they were famished. No one paid attention to other things other than the food, the academy's magnificence, and getting to know each other more. Soon, the entirety of the Great Hall was filled with an air as warm as firefly light.