Enigma

All I know is my name.
No memories. No idea why I’m at a castle where things float and candles alight themselves. No clue as to my age or even my last name. At this point, I’m not for sure that I didn’t burst into being from a spark.
For the record, my name is Mia.
The man who drove me here handed me a suitcase and patted my shoulder before telling me good luck. The headmaster seems to think I belong here and that my powers will bloom. Sure, buddy. And donkeys will dance in tutus while a jester pushes him in a wheelbarrow.
This school is like no other
The girls at the Conjurer Academy whisper, and lines have already been drawn in the sand as far as social groups go. The students here all look like goddesses. The food shimmers as though it is enchanted. Every girl has at least three boyfriends, so maybe there’s no shortage of god-like men who can make magic? No idea, but I’ll take four if they are handing them out.
What should I do?
The way I see it, I have two choices... One: Try to fit in and survive here. Two: Find a way out and back to reality. Neither one sounds promising to me.