Phantom of the Opera

Chapter one: Who

"Good Morning, students. Before we enjoy our dinner this evening, I have a few announcements. I received a letter from the Headmistress of the wizarding school in America. She would like a couple of her advanced students to spend a few months with us here. As her friend, I agreed to let them come. They will arrive tomorrow, after lunch, and will be sorted shortly after." The headmaster paused, as murmurs broke out in the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please. The headmaster is not done." Pro. McGonagall reported, and the Great Hall became silent.

"Thank you, Tabby. Now, as I was saying, yes Americans will be studying with us for a while, but I believe you will like them." Once again the room filled with noise, but immediately died as Dumbuledore raised his hand for quiet. "In their honor we will be preforming a play. Phantom of the Opera , one of my personal favorites. You will be able to try out for a parts this weekend." Then, with a wave of his hand, food appeared on the tables. Albus sat down and sighed, 'Black and Godric. How would he explain.' He shook his head and began to eat. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, he could tell.