Please don't flame this too much. I love Hook and so does my friend that I co-write this will.
Dedication- To everyone who loves Captain Hook!
Disclaimer-I don't own anything at all.
One month previous to when our story actually begins...
The night was deep and devoid of light. Within St. Monica's School for Proper Young Ladies, two shadowy figures hugged the wall in the corridor leading to the forest. In the guttering lanturn light, it was revealed that they were not wearing the Matron approved uniform which consisted of long underwear (even in July!), stockings, two to three petticoats, a corset, a navy-blue dress and a starched penifore over it. Their hair flowed freely over their shoulders, and as they tip-toed past sleeping prefects, the smallest one giggled quite un-ladylike.
They slipped through the door at the end and vanished into the forest. Within minutes, a strange light could be seen between the thick leaves. A mournful, sweet dirge could be heard over the sound of leaves. Girls tossed and turned as the song caressed their ears. It suddenly changed and there were words in Latin woven into the song. Soon, the song stopped and the girls crept back into the school.
"Now they will never forget you!" said the small one, slipping into her own dorm, carrying a book with her. The other slipped down the hall and slipped into her own dorm. She looked at the trunk waiting for the next day when she would have to leave, and smiled one of her rare smiles that most people associated with schemes. She took off her scandelous outfit and tucked it back into her secret compartment in her trunk. She then locked it, knowing that she would not need it until the next new moon.
She slipped back into her nightgown and crawled back into bed. She looked about her at all of her hated enemies in the dorm. The next morning, she wouldn't even be able to yell at them, as she was leaving for her father's school at six. She snuggled down into her comforter, and hoped that her cousin would be able to cope without her.
The next morning, all the girls gathered in the dining room for breakfast which always consisted of oatmeal, toast, bacon, and that season's fruit. There was a relaxed atmosphere, unlike the last few weeks. Girls talked and giggled over their morning tea and hot chocolate. The only one who wasn't talking was a small girl who was staring into her unsweetened tea. Lots of girls looked at her out of the corner of their eyes, and giggled. The girl bit her tounge, waiting. It would only take one word and this room would explode. One little word, and was that her imagination or did someone just say it?
A wicked grin spread across her face as something quite unnatural happened.
"Matron! Matron!" she shouted, dashing into her office. Matron's head snapped up from the papers that she was reading.
"Miss. Bell! What is the meaning of this?!" she demanded, reaching for her switch.
"It's not me! There's something wrong with everyone! They're-!" That's when Matron heard the screams echoing from the dining room, causing the Matron to come running. She hoped that they were only teasing each other and it wasn't another "incident". It couldn't be. She had expelled that oddity! She was gone! The screams grew louder and louder. She threw open the doors, and a sight beyond comprehension met her eyes.
All the girls in the room were dancing. Twirling, leaping and stepping to music that she couldn't hear. Dancing was not allowed within the school!
"Stop! Stop this now!" she shouted, marching in and grabbing the closest girl by the shoulder. Matron noticed that tears were flowing down the poor girls' face.
"I can't!" she wailed, leaping away, spinning and twirling unhappily. Matron looked at Miss. Bell, suspision flaring up in her eyes.
"Why are you not dancing?" she asked, her switch twitching in her hand.
"Huh? Where'd that music come from-?" asked Miss. Bell before her limbs jerked and she was dancing with the rest of them. She whirled past girls who where sobbing with tiredness and fright.
"That was too close." thought Miss. Bell, dancing happily past her enemies who were panting and crying. The clock suddenly bonged for the nine'o'clock hour and everyone dropped like flies. Matron was the only one standing in this room.
"GET UP!" she bellowed, smacking her switch against her palm. The girls scrambled up, all sweating and panting. They lined up like an army. They cast their eyes down and shook as Matron marched up and down, her switch twitching like a live thing in her hands. "Who...is...responsible...for...this?" she asked through gritted teeth. No-one spoke.
"WHO DID THIS?!" she screamed, striking out at one of the oldest girls. The girl took the blow across her arms with a soft scream of pain. Matron glared at them, not knowing that half of the team was gone, on her way to her father's school in London.
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