Hi, this is my first charlie bone fanfiction. I love the series and look forward to making this fic as interesting as possible, to keep you all on the edge of your seat! (Okay, that sounds corny, but you get my drift.)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Charlie Bone, or any of the characters, neither do I own any of Jenny Nimmo's books. But I would appreciate it if nobody stole my OC or storyline. Thankyou!

P R O L O G U E

Dr Bloor is a very busy man. Running a school, raising a son, chasing up young endowed future students and paying all the teachers is no picnic. (Not that the paying part was difficult, it was just such tedious work.) However, this December, he was especially busy. You see, he has heard of a girl from Wales who has a "special talent". This could only be good publicity for Bloor's Academy if he could persuade her family to send her over.

Yet another endowed child, he thought to himself, as if about to devour her for main course. He had used his "magical" charm and winning smile to win this girl over, and he was sure that her powers could be dangerous if put in the wrong hands. A perfect plan indeed.

"Darling, you're not going. Do you know what this could lead to? Danger. Honey, I've heard about that place-"

"And what did you hear, Ma? That it's a ghastly place, snakes slither from the ceiling and the principal plots to dominate the world? No? I didn't think so. Since when was it up to you to make my decisions?"

"Mischa, I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. Besides, I really think your ability is best being kept quiet about."

"Ma, can we not bring my powers into this? Why does it always depend on hiding them away? No, I don't want to be put into jeopardy, but I hardly think that's going to happen. There's kids there.. like me. I'd fit in, for the first time in my life, everything will be perfect. Hey, if I make some friends, I can stay there on the weekends. I'll be fine."

The woman was just about to lecture her about stranger danger when Mischa cut in:

"If worse comes to worse, Bloor's is a school with an extremely high reputation, they'll understand if I want to go back home."

Mischa's mother considered this. Her only worry was that Mischa was too trusting, but too opinionated to say something when she knows she is wrong. She was unaware of the dangers of the world, and she acted like the world was her oyster, when she knows it's far from that. But maybe she was just exaggerating. How bad could this school be? But she'd already lost one child- could she bear to lose another?

Mischa was headed for the door, when her mother stopped her.

"Darling, I just what's best for you. At this stage, I don't know…"

Mischa's face fell. Yet another opportunity about to pass them by.

"….I just don't know how you'll be able to pack if the next flight leaves in 4 hours."

Mischa was so relieved. She couldn't believe what her mother had said. And to think that in about 6 hours she would be in a whole new country, living her life how it was meant to be. And she only had about 3 more hours to pack.