It was the beginning of Wind Month again, the night of the new students' enrollment.
Mu Ying and her two friends had changed into their dresses and arrived at the auditorium.
"What should we do, I'm a bit nervous," Windsor whispered into Mu Ying's ear.
Mu Ying patted the back of her hand, "Don't worry, we are the upperclassmen, the new students are the ones who should be nervous."
"I wonder how many new students there are this year, I hope there are more; our school is still too quiet," the excitement sparkled in Lillian's eyes.
"It can't be too many, witches are already rare, and they can only have one little witch in a lifetime, if something happens, there may not be any... Witches are becoming fewer and fewer!" Mu Ying sighed.
She too hoped there would be more witches; after all, she was part of this group and knew what kind of people they were.
