Name:Antoinette Michelle lu Trottier de la Roux

Age:16

Personality: Great perseverance, friendly, kind, hot-headed, sometimes irrational.

Appearance: Violet hair that reaches her abdomen in waves, brown eyes, a few inches taller than Louise, big breasts, but not as big as Siesta's, full hips, and long legs that are bare in her school uniform. Can also be described as beautiful (just like everyone else on this goddamn show)

I stopped before my new room, key in hand. To my right was Louise, doing the same thing I was. I smiled at her and she smiled back. We were lucky that our rooms were right next to each other this year I thought as I unlocked my door. I locked my door behind me and stripped down naked to quickly slip into the bath I had asked a maid to draw me earlier. The water was still steaming from gruesome war at the surface with the cold night's cold air.

A sigh escaped my lips. Louise had just finished telling Kirche and Montmerency off about summoning the greatest familiar and the whole situation was just plain stressful. The water surrounded my head as I sunk down. My violet hair strung itself in ribbon like patterns in the bath water. As her best friend of course I would pray that she'd be right, but that was like saying the moons would to collide into each other; a possibility, but highly, highly, HIGHLY unlikely. I reached the surface and inhaled the chilled air my lungs yearned for. "So troublesome." I laughed it off as I wrung the water from my hair.

Slipping into my bed still dripping wet in only a white button up and underwear wasn't the best idea, but I was so beat from the trip back here. My white blankets were as thick as my wrist, so they kept me warm. I could never get used to living a lavish life like this, even if I couldnt remember much about my childhood. If I think about it hard, I can hear strange beeping noises and something that drowns everything out like wind. But I can also count on a sharp headache striking the back of my head.

The furthest I could remember was my father figure who took me into his home, which wasn't much. We were always poor and it only made it worse since he had been an alcoholic since the day I met him. My father was stripped of his Aristocratic title, so he had some magic, but he was never good at it from the start.

When I turned eight, he sold me to a strange man for a small amount of money. When he began to pull my hair and drag me to his house, I put up a fight biting his arms and kicking whatever my little legs could reach. As if some odd act of cruel fate, the princess was in town with the queen on business when this was happening and ran to help me. The man hit the princess for getting in the way and her guards killed him on the spot. Despite the queens uncertainty, she nodded at the request from the princess to take me back to the palace.

I lived in the palace as a personal maid for the princess until I turned twelve, when her highness had let me know one of her uncles, a duke, was looking to adopt a girl. Although I knew it was because a rumor began to circulate that the royal families were taking in Plebeians to be slaves, and also my not so little spat with the princess.

The wealthy Duke and his wife adopted me, and it was okay. The wife acted like my mother and the Duke treated me kindly. The queen had told me that the Duke's wife couldn't bear a child and longed for the company of a baby girl. The Duke, being absolutely head over heels for his wife, adopted me for the sake of her. I proudly took the name Antoinette Michelle lu Trottier de la Roux.

When I turned fourteen and could talk without crying, I told them about my past and my father. When they learned he was an Aristocrat, the Duke asked me to chant a spell using his wand. But before I could tell him that he wasn't my real father, I had his wand in my hand and an apple on the table in front of me. I couldn't turn it blue like he encouraged me to, instead I turned my hair purple. I cried when that happened tugging on my hair and hitting my head with the wand to turn my hair back to its original black, but it wouldn't work. The Duke however, refused to change it back to my natural black, he said that it was brilliant and I had looked even more like I was actually their genetic daughter since the Duchess had violet hair.

The following days after, there was some serious father-daughter bonding. It was the first time I wandered in the city in years, and this time I wasn't here to beg. The Duke bought me a wand and a set of precise looking bottles for potions. When I returned to the house, training started. I didn't seem to have an element I had failed many times on the spells, and was about to give up and went to town to run a few errands for the Duchess while she was ill.

On my way back, I passed by a bar, where a dirty man with long greasy hair hung around. His face was sweaty and pasty with a sickly yellow tint. He swished around the liquids contained in a large brown bottle he held. My breath caught when I recognized the stranger. My body quivered greatly even though the air was strangely warm. I gulped and passed by the dazed man.

"'Ey, you!"

I froze. Slowly, I turned my head to the side where I could peek at him through strands of my hair, a color he couldn't recognize.

"Got any change for a disabled man?" He asked with sad glazed eyes.

I gulped. My fingers trembled as I reached in my skirts, not sure weather to pull out my two extra gold pieces or my wand. This man had sold me. He was going to let that stranger rape me. My lip quivered as I gripped the wand in my fist so tight my fingernails dug into my palm.

I was only eight.

My vision became blurry and my throat heavy as I released it and threw the coins in his direction. I ran all the way home, hot tears and snot rushing down my face.

I quickly ran up the stairs of my room, jumped on my bed and cried into the pillow. I stayed up all night weeping. I wasn't able to fall asleep because my whole body shook and convulsed between sobs every time I even attempted sleep. The Duchess knocked on my door, probably to check and see if I was okay, but I didn't want to see anyone. Instead, I curled up in a ball and let myself drown in my own sorrowful tears.

The next day was so bright and cheery, it was as if our creator evened out yesterday's awful day with an amazing one. It took a few hours to get to where the Duke had prepared a surprise for me by a carriage. We arrived at a large tower surrounded by huge walls and smaller, chubbier towers. My mouth hung open in awe as I gaped at the school. "I can really, truly come her?" I asked.

The Duke nodded. "Yes, when you turn fifteen this year. As long as you promise to keep your points up and don't cause any disturbances."

I nodded eagerly. "I won't, I swear." I said with a grin and continued to gaze out the carriage window in a daze.

After seven months passed. I was so thrilled when the mail carrier delivered a letter addressed to me. I cracked the wax sealing the envelope and pulled my letter out. I scanned through the words quickly, the words which at most acknowledged my existence were so beautiful, I floated to space.

I informed the Duke and Duchess about the letter and they were almost excited as me. My first year would start in one month, so we were busy as ever. It was the first time that I'd ever be living on my own, and when the Duke mentioned his worry of perverted boys, I blushed deep red. I have never really had a conversation with a boy my age, and now I was expected to live with them! The whole thing was ludicrous.

The days passed quickly and it was finally time for me to leave. The Duchess held me for a long time and cried, telling me how much she would miss me and how much she loved me, and that I was a blessing. When she finally let go, I had tears running down my face from her kind words. I sucked them up and prepared for the Duke to shake my hand. When he pulled me in for a hug, my eyes widened. Never had he touched me like this, an occasional reassuring pat on the shoulder, but this hug, it was strangely comfortable. I didn't realize I was crying again until the Duchess wiped my tears away. They both kissed me on my forehead one last time and I trudged into the carriage. I stared out the window until the sun blinded me and I was forced to blink. After that, the mansion was gone.

"Ho- How long do you th- th- think it'll be unt- t- until w- we g- get there." I was amazed I could choke that out.

Inside the carriage with me was a boy I had never met before. He looked somewhat older than me, he was hired by the Duke to protect me on the way to the Magic Academy. I was told he was a Line Mage and was excellent in combat.

He looked so handsome when he fluttered his eyes open, I blushed. He smiled. "Maybe a few hours. My name is Benjamin. You are Lady Antoinette, I presume?"

My stomach tossed and turned all funny. "Y- Yes." I was suddenly very focused on the hem of my skirt. This guy, even with his kind smile. He made me very uneasy.

The carriage ride was too long for comfort. Once, we stopped so the knight could go to the restroom, and I blushed like crazy when I saw him through the window pull his zipper down next to a bush. I covered my eyes until he stepped back inside. Luckily, there was no danger, other than when I caught my guard picking his ear and shook my hand goodbye with the same hand. I stood there in shock as he boarded back the carriage and it disappeared from my sight, as did my excitement to meet boys, if they were anything like him.

"Let me help you, Madame." I turned to see a girl. She had short black hair, black eyes, and was wearing a maid uniform, although she couldn't be any older than me. I nodded and she helped me pick up my trunks. They were heavy, so we had to call for a few men to assist us. I felt bad, making the workers pick up my heavy trunks and take them up the stairs. Halfway up, we ran into a teacher who levitated my trunks for us. I thanked the workers and the teacher before they left all within a few moments.

I was very shy when I attended my first class. It was very surprising that I was first to conquer all beginner spells, such as the silence spell, an empathy spell, and turn my desk red. Considering my poor results back at the mansion, I was ecstatic!

The rest if the girls hated me. I felt so embarrassed when I saw that all of the girls were wearing stockings or some kind of stockings under their skirts, while my legs were bare. Then there was this girl. She had long pink hair with messy bangs and a brown cloak like me and the rest if the first years. She constantly wore a scowl because she was never successful in magic. I was once caught in the crossfire when she mixed a potion wrong. It had burned my hand and I couldn't move it for a week.

On my third sick day while I was healing, the girl came in my room and introduced herself. "I'm very sorry with what my carelessness with magic has cost you. Here." She shoved a basket in my face.

Hesitantly, I accepted it. There were a number of cakes and sweets in the box. I smiled. "Thank you, but, it's fine. It was a common mistake, it was my fault for peering. I'm sorry, but I wanted to see if I could help you so you wouldn't get laughed at again. I can tell you don't like it, and I wanted to help you prove to everyone that you might excel in other subjects. I guess I didn't see you toss in the snake venom. My name is Antoinette Michelle lu Trottier de la Roux." I felt stupid for saying my entire name.

She looked back at me, her face shocked and matching her hair color. She pursed her lips. "I am Louise Francois lu Blanc de la Valliere. Thank you for, being kind to me."

It went without saying; we became best friends. Because when someone spills acid in you and they bring you sweets in a pretty basket, how can you reject them?

Our first year was filled with explosions, yelling, and punishments, majority because Louise's spells gone wrong. I was excelling in the top ten of the first year class while Louise was vaguely in the bottom. I would be questioned by our classmates or anyone that knew of mine and Louise's friendship on why I hung out with "That Zero Louise," but I ignored them, or simply replied "She's not a Zero." Louise on the other hand would go on ranting on how she'd figure out the spell soon then cast it better than anyone else ever had. It was alway troublesome then, like how it troublesome now.

We haven't changed a bit.

Louise had just promised to summon the greatest familiar that will put everyone else's to shame tomorrow, and I cheer her on, even though I already have a vague idea of the outcome.

My headache subdued and I pulled the covers over my shivering body and slowly drifted off to sleep. Just before my eyes shut, I had a sudden thought, something I haven't even put an ounce of thought in.

What would my familiar be?