By the end, the houses have their new members:
House of the Phoenix:
Aurora Silverleaf
Cedric Blackwood
Felicity Goldbranch
Lucian Thornfield
Nora Windrider
Orion Stormsinger
House of the Dragon:
Kieran Stormrider
Cassian Ashborne
Fiona Nightshade
Gwendolyn Stormblaze
Jasper Ironscale
Selene Starwhisper
Thalia Frostbane
House of the Griffin:
Liora Sunshadow
Alaric Ironhart
Brynna Mossveil
Eamon Firebrand
Isla Moonshadow
Lysandra Quickfoot
Wren Featherstone
House of the Unicorn:
Emrys Moonstone
Elara Duskmere
Kael Sunwhisper
Leona Frostbloom
Maris Seawind
Rowan Lightfoot
Zara Swiftwind
House of the Wolf:
Aric Moonshadow
As the sortation is completed, all the students are invited to a grand feast. The atmosphere in the Celestial Hall is jubilant, filled with laughter and chatter as students begin to mingle with their new housemates.
Professor Elara Moonshade, however, calls Aric over. "Aric," she says, her voice gentle but serious.
"Yes, Headmaster?" Aric replies, feeling a bit anxious.
"We do not know where the House of the Wolf common room is located. None of us even thought it existed. All of this must have an explanation. For now, we can only provide you with a temporary place. You may pick one of the existing common rooms to stay in."
Aric thinks for a moment, then says, "I would pick the Phoenix. I thought I would get the Phoenix, ehehe."
Elara nods. "Very well. Dear students, enjoy the banquet. Tomorrow, your classes will begin. Don't be late and don't cause any problems."
The feast continues with a vibrant energy, and Aric feels a sense of relief as he joins the House of the Phoenix table. He is welcomed warmly, and the other students are curious about his unique situation. As the evening progresses, Aric starts to feel more at ease, excited about the adventures and challenges that lie ahead at Starshade Academy.
Meanwhile, in the bustling city of London, a portal opens inconspicuously in a dark alley. Out steps a cloaked figure, moving swiftly through the crowded streets until he reaches a quaint, upscale restaurant. He enters and scans the room until his eyes land on a man sitting alone, sipping coffee. The figure approaches and whispers, "The wolf is howling, dear master."
The man, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, stops mid-sip. Slowly, he puts his coffee cup back on the table, his expression unreadable. "It seems not all of his kind were dead," he says, almost to himself. "It's only one person; what can he do? But how did this kid survive?"
The cloaked figure remains silent, awaiting further instructions.
"Find out everything you can about this boy," the man continues, his voice now cold and commanding. "We can't afford any loose ends."
The cloaked figure nods and quickly exits the restaurant, disappearing back into the city. The man resumes his coffee, but his mind is clearly elsewhere, contemplating this unexpected turn of events.