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Welcome to Twisted Wonderland: The First Stones

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After tidying myself up, and rubbing the back of my neck, the two of us made our way to the entrance ceremony as the headmaster explained.


“This is Night Raven College. Those magicians blessed with a unique aptitude for magic gather from all over the world here at the most prestigious academy in Twisted Wonderland. And I am the headmaster supervising this academy, appointed by the board chairman, Dire Crowley.” He introduced, bowing his head.


Crowley? Did he just say, Crowley? I wondered, remembering hearing that name somewhere before. Where have I heard that name?


“Raven Night College?” I asked in a low voice, never heard of it before.


“Only magicians seen as worthy by the Mirror of Darkness can enroll in this school. Chosen ones use the Gate and are summoned here from around the world. An Ebony Carriage carrying a gate should’ve gone to meet you as well.”


I don’t remember being in a carriage, but the voice gave me visions of a carriage and a gate. Those must be the ones he’s talking about.


“The Ebony Carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the Dark Mirror.” He continues. “They’re special carriages that carry the doors to the academy. The market decided long ago that carriages are used to welcome people on special days.”


“Are you saying that the carriage brought me here on its own?” I pondered, beginning to lose my patience as the cat growled through the cloth on his mouth. 


Come, we’re going to the opening ceremony now.” Crowley ushered me forward.


I continued walking as I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. Time to see where that bastard wizard sent me to.


~~~~~ Hall of Mirrors ~~~~~


In the Hall of Mirrors, a cluster of students gathered in the room’s center, all wearing the same robes as me. The Entrance ceremony seemed to have come to a close before we arrived.


In the middle of the room was the same mirror that Dumbledore had told me would send me here. At its sides, standing were six students and a floating tablet.


“Is that all for the new student dorm assignments?” The shortest of the six spoke up. Underneath his hood, I could see that he had red hair, fair skin, and a pair of stern silver eyes that scanned the room for the newcomers. “Listen up, new students. Here in Heartslaybul, I am the rules. Break them and it’s off with your head”


The one next to him let out a yawn  “Ugh…. The stuffy ceremony is finally over.” He grumbled, hands at his sides. Opening his piercing green eyes, I could see that he had thick, long, messy brown hair with two braids on either side, a tanned face, with a thin scar going from his left eyebrow to his cheek. “We’re going back to the dorm. Savanclaws, follow me.” muttering his order, he grumbles again.


“To the new students,” the third one said. “congratulations on entering this academy. Enjoy your life here to its fullest.” Crossing his arms, I got a better look at him. He had lavender, wavy hair, eyes the same silvery-blue color, and a pair of silver glasses. “As the dormitory leader of Octavinelle, I will support you to the best of my ability.”


“By the way, where did the headmaster go? He flew out right in the middle of the ceremony…” spoke up the fourth one, one hand on his hip. He had porcelain skin, a sharp jawline, and amethyst eyes. His blonde hair ending with beautiful lavender tips reaching above his shoulders. 


“Abandoning his post..” a voice said coming from the floating tablet.


“Did he get a stomachache or something?” questioned the fifth one, placing his hands on his sides. He had what seemed to be dark skin, short silvery-white hair, and bright red eyes.


Bursting through the doors came Crowley with me in tow. My hood hiding my appearance from the other students. I closed the doors behind us with a loud bang.


“Not at all!!” He spoke up in his defense as he ushered me forward.


“Ah, there he is!” the redhead spoke up.


“I can’t believe you all!! We were missing one new student, so I went to find them.” He explained himself, scolding the students in front of him. He tried to lift my hood to introduce me, but I stopped his hand before it could touch it.


I looked at him, my brown eyes to him looked like pitch-black stones, the hood still not letting him see much  “ Don’t even think about it” I warned with a low voice making it difficult to tell my gender.


The five students, the floating tablet, along with the one who spoke up, looked at the new person with different emotions but all thought the same thing.


“Who are they ?”


Scared by my sudden actions, Crowley moved his hand slowly away from me and cleared his throat.


“You are the only one yet assigned to a dormitory. I shall watch over the raccoon, step in front of the Dark Mirror,” he instructed as he stepped aside, a squirming Grim in his arms.


 I did as he said, but didn’t remove my hood. I adjusted it so the mirror would be the only one to see it.


A face appeared in the mirror, strongly resembling the one from Snow White, except it had a masquerade design around its eyes and forehead.


“State thy name.” asked the mirror.


“Morgana Nightwood ” I responded, low enough for only the mirror to hear me. Using that name would be easier than my real name. It will make people take me more seriously plus I’m not even sure if they will know who I am here. 


“Morgana… the shape of thy soul is…..” It began, eyes widening before narrowing its view for a few seconds as it went back to its neutral expression.


“I don’t know,”


Excuse me? I thought, confused, not liking how it said it.


“Come again?” Crowley asked, baffled.


“I sense not a spark of magic in their soul, however, some enchantment of the sort placed upon them,”  


Dumbledore, I thought angrily, knowing he had to be the cause for my magic to be malfunctioning, balling my hands into fists. He most likely had placed a spell on me when I blacked out. 


“The color, the shape, all are nothing.” The Dark Mirror answered before finishing in a low tone and disappearing, leaving a black reflection.


“Therefore, they’re not suited for any dormitory.,”


If you thought she was furious before you only saw the tip of the iceberg. She might as well have smoke coming out of her ears and fire forming around her fists. The student’s reactions weren’t helping either. They were whispering among themselves about The Dark Mirror’s words, and she could hear them clear as day.


“An Ebony Carriage would absolutely never go to meet someone who can’t use magic!”


“This is absurd!”


“In 100 years there had not once been a mistake in student selection,” muttered Crowley, approaching me, and placing his hand on his chin “So why in the world….”


 Oh, if she could use her magic, how she would destroy this place in a matter of seconds. Thankfully, for everyone’s sake, she couldn’t use her magic. At least not yet anyway.


“Then I’ll take their place!” exclaimed Grim, who broke free from his restraints.


Crowley raised his voice in alarm at Grim’s escape, glowing gold eyes narrowing down on the creature, “Stay right there! Racoon!”


Did he break free from his restraints? She thought to herself, watching them, Impressive. Maybe he can be of use in leaving this world. 


Grim continued stubbornly insisting despise the headmaster’s words, “Unlike that dumb worthless human, I can use magic! Let me in this school instead!” 


Worthless?! She narrowed her eyes at the floating creature, keeping a neutral expression despite her bubbling frustration and urge to snap his neck in two. Oh, just you wait. I’ll show you who can use magic 


Grim’s successful break from his bonds made everyone near him step back in precaution. The red-eyed boy acted the same, but not far enough to be safe, and she knew that.


Grim slowly accumulated magic around him as a coy smirk grew on his face.


“If you need proof, I’ll show you right now!” 


He took in a hefty breath, and that’s when she realized what he was doing making her eyes widened.


Oh no! That brainless git  She glanced at a short, white-haired kid standing near her. He's going to get hurt!!


“EVERYONE GET DOWN!!” The red-haired boy ordered. Everyone followed on instinct and dove for cover.


“Hnnnnnnnnnah!” Grim summoned a gush of blue-white flames, spreading them around the room faster than a wildfire. 


She raced towards the white-haired kid. Grabbing his wrist, dragging him behind one of the lower floating coffins, and using it for cover. Pulling him to her side, She leaned her head near the side of the coffin to get a view of the chaos.


Why do I always end up saving someone’s life?   She wondered as the blue fires continued to grow, is this what I've come to? The daughter of the Dark Lord saving innocent lives almost sounds laughable and utterly humiliating.


The blue-white flames danced across the grounds of the room and climbed their way along the walls and ceiling. It was as if it were looking for a way to escape the room. It seemed almost beautiful to her, giving her flashbacks to Hogwarts.


“That was a closed one,” She breathed out, out of breath, not realizing she was still holding the boy’s hand. “You should more careful next time”


Said boy was in a state of panic at the moment. Someone, most likely a girl by the sound of their voice, just saved his life and is holding his hand. What is he supposed to do? Thank them? Say nothing, Stay still? He didn’t know his emotions were a jumble at the moment.


He has always been outspoken about his thoughts, but this time he had no clue how to interact with the one in front of them. He then sniffed the air and noticed something was burning, turning around he noticed his butt was on fire.


He hopped up and down in alarm, clutching his backside as he screamed, running around  “Waaah! Hottttttt! My butt’s on fire!!” He kept patting his robe, hoping to put it out, but his attempts failed as the fire grew. She tried to stop an urge to laugh at the scene since it was not a funny situation.


It strongly resembled the scene from Mulan where the matchmaker was on fire, making it harder for me to focus as the scene played in my head. She finally snapped back to the situation in front of her and thought of a way to help him and stop that flying raccoon.


“At this rate, they will engulf the school in a sea of fire,” Crowley grimaced, before commanding “Somebody catch that raccoon!!” The students looked amongst themselves, unsure of what to do.


“Tch, suck-ups.” The scarred student said, rolling his eyes.


“Hmmm? Aren’t you good at hunting? Doesn’t it look like a nice, plump snack?” The blonde teased, smirking.


“Why me? Do it yourself,” he responded.


“Mr. Crowley, please leave it to me.” The boy with silver glasses said. “I’m sure the others couldn’t stomach harassing such a poor creature, so I will take it upon myself.”


“That’s Azul for you.” The tablet spoke up, “Always trying to earn himself points,”


“Hey! Can someone put out my butt fire already?!” the white-haired boy in a turban asked, the fire still going.


“Are you all even listening?” Crowley asked with irritation.


The scarred one let out an annoyed sigh, “If it’s just catching some stupid raccoon, can’t you do it yourself, Teach” he suggested, crossing his arms.


“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a raccoon!” Grim complained once again, “ I am Grim, the one who will become a great magician!”


“Well, it certainly has moxie.” Azul sighed, turning to the redhead next to him “Riddle- San, would you please?”


“I can’t overlook an offender, after all. Let’s get this over with.” Riddle answered.


These boys are idiots She thought to herself clutching her head, feeling something overcome her Oh no 


Her vision became cloudy for a moment, and darkness filled her view and mind again. 


For Merlin's sake!