The entrance hall was so big, Gertie truly believed it must take up half the building. This wasn’t the case of course, it was just the impression most visitors to the Academy had when they entered for the first time. Cobwebs festooned the dark ancient walls and windows, making the inside look gloomy and creepy. There were iron wall brackets high up, probably to provide the light at night with flickering flames. To the left and right were heavy, dark oak doors, closed right now. Another oaken door was open before the crowd of witches gathered in the hall. Through it Gertie could see some long wooden tables and benches. To the right of the room, and leading up, was a flight of well worn, wide stone steps winding around the far wall and up to the next landing. A wooden rail topped the stone pillars edging the steps as far as the eye could see. The room was full of ‘Ooooh’s’ and ‘Ahhh’s’ as the families talked together while waiting for everyone to arrive. ‘Isn’t it wonderful, Mummy?’ Gertie whispered.
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