It had been merely two weeks, but the final installments on the massive building were complete. The longest distance away stood another castle, almost its equal, but more antique in design. Linking them together was the vast forest of darkness, threatening to swallow all within its grasp. Fortunately, this aspect couldn't take anything at all away from the castles and their magnificence.
The new castle and its grounds seemed quite deserted for the most part, for construction had finished the day before. Unbeknownst to any and every wizard, there had been a secret meeting in session in the Eastern Tower, in the highest office. Four individuals were seated around a small table, soon to be transfigured into a large desk later on. On the table's rough, wooden surface were multiple sheets of parchment, one a blueprint of the castle, others documents for job positions and student registrations, and a bundle of fine printed paper that could only be the Daily Prophet.
They would only speak in whispers, despite the strong Muffiato cast on the room. It seemed as if being there that day was highly dangerous; as if being found would send the building into oblivion.
The tallest, light haired man reached for the Daily Prophet, turning to page 4. "I still don't like the look of this poll; so many home-schooled children! Enough to fill five Hogwarts Schools!"
"I wouldn't care to blame their parents," said the leaner of the two sisters, "they probably only wish to keep their sons and daughters safe."
The other sister, a bit paler, but having the same brunette hair rest on her shoulders, nodded gently, "Yes, and with the many issues Hogwarts has faced within the past years, of course the school's attendance will have dropped."
"All the same, it's ridiculous!" exclaimed the tan-skinned man, "No mere witch or wizard will be able to teach their kids as well as an official school professor!" He ran his hand through his jet black hair, giving off a sigh. "They're missing so much . . ."
The light haired man set down the newspaper, glancing at his three comrades. "I remember attending Hogwarts. I was so excited to hop off that train my first year. Imagine! Taking classes with other's like me!"
"I do remember that day," said the pale sister, "especially meeting you two! You boys were so funny, constantly confusing us with each other, until you realized how different I was from my sister."
Her sister laughed, "Yes, yes! For some reason, you didn't even notice that I was much taller than all three of you. . ."
The black haired man chuckled, "What can I say? We were boys, after all." He then pulled out a document from underneath the parchment. On it was a coat of arms displaying the colors of orange, blue, green, and red. The words were delicately written with care, each letter a light stroke. Their eyes all falling to the bottom of the page, they began to take out their quills and bottles of ink. Each person signed the pale sheet one after another, with the stab of caution lifting from their hearts. Finally finishing, they smiled at one another. The four of them had founded the School of Elements.
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