Baudelaire Academy

"Diana," the lady next to me said shaking me. "Diana, you're awake." I was surprised my escort to the school was so concerned about my wellbeing. Though it would probably look bad on her if I died before she got me to the 'academy'. My call dropped off, replaced by silence on the train. The escort offers me her hand to help me up, or maybe cast a spell on me. I'm not to sure on witch etiquette yet.