All the students were lined up in 4 single-file lines within the Grand Hall.
As one might assume, the lines represented the houses.
Gondares Flamehall, still in the form of God spoke out to the students leisurely from the front stage as he used magic to propel his matured voice outward.
"There has been a change in plans, my students."
"The trip has been moved to a week by the order of the council."
"Fortunately for you, this means no schoolwork for an entire week. But even without school work, you are expected to listen to your superiors and to be studious."
"Was that taken in?"
The students nodded their heads as Gondares scanned the hall from left to right.
"Good."
There was clearly a lot of pressure on him for this trip.
"Albertos."
The butler wearing his usual golden mask slowly strolled into the hall.
The headmaster seemed to be in a bit of a rush. It had only been 3 minutes since the end of breakfast.
