Mia, naabaam na! With heavy footsteps, the superfluous slippers echoed all the way from her tiny apartment with Mia screaming at the top of her voice. Searching searching! "Oh no, I'm late! Dark lord, I'm dead! Lah!" Mia has tormented herself with this spectacle for what -- I really can't remember!
Meanwhile, on the couch lay Rachel, and meanwhile, Mia finished with the last part of her drama. "Calm down, Mia! It's just an interview, and you're going to be okay."
Mia was already giving Rachel the icy look. "Just an interview?! It's for Silvermist Academy of Magic! It has been my dream since birth to enter that famous school!"
"I understand," said Rachel. "But if you don't hurry up, they're going to consider you late."
With a mighty breath and a shoe gone astray, Mia went whirling about, pulling Rachel along with her. The two waved for a taxi and somehow arrived at the academy around the nine o'clock hour.
Mia, as always, was mesmerized as she exited out of the taxi and stepped onto the grounds of the academy. Stone statues flanked the grand entrance, rising high enough to dwarf even the tallest of men. The edifice, in its entirety, appeared ethereal and shining in the soft light.
Mia poised her dress, inhaled deep, and stepped into the academy beside Rachel. The hard-line reception told them there was an invitation to a cosy waiting room that suffocated several other candidates with no less sense of nervousness than theirs.
Suddenly, as though there had been an interruption in the flow of time, a tall, commanding figure with piercing blue eyes and black hair walked in. "Mia, please come with me."
Mia stood smoothing her dress and followed this mysterious figure out of the waiting room, her heart hammering.
They twisted through several hallways, passing doors to classrooms where students seemed to be performing easy magic. Some students were conjuring fireballs, while the others were changing themselves into wolves with the utmost alacrity, and Mia gazed on spellbound.
The mysterious figure brought Mia forward to a highly exquisite door, so finely carved that it was depicting many little magical creatures. He opened the door to a grand room, high ceilings, that included a very long wooden table.
Behind that table sat five imposing figures, with representations of all the conspicuous magical factions: the werewolves, the vampires, the beautiful beasts, those who kill for a living, and an ominous fifth faction Mia didn't know about yet.
Now the mysterious figure who guided her into the chamber stood without any hint of reluctance: "Mia, please take a seat. Your interview is about to begin."
The newly elected five faction chairs turned their eyes with ghastly curiosity to Mia as she took her place. Another synchronized shiver embarked by Mia down her spine, realizing these powerful beings would scrutinize every act of her.