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When the current Headmistress of Alfea decides to "get everybody to know everybody better", things go insane. Among the temporary transfer students to Alfea are a child prodigy by the name of Alexander who was skipped ahead to Redfountain, a half-vampire who's, well, a "fruit" bat, and a witch with shocking hair and bad eyeshadow. There they meet a sophomore fairy with an all-knowing magic 8-ball and an eye for the near future, and the insanity turns to mayhem as they reveal a great evil lurking underneath the fairy school...
-1This is a story written by me and Long Haired Smiley……………….
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BREAKING TRADITION: prologue: "Why did we let her run the school?!"
So far, the staff of the three magic schools could conclude that this year will start on a weird note. And even had they not been informed of miss Rivers' "master plan", her mere existence could secure the weirdness of the year; for she was a fresh-minded, foul-mouthed newbie to magic in her core (regardless of her 20 years of experience with magic). And fresh-minded, foul-mouthed People at the top of the hierarchy always build a one-way ride for change. Good or bad, only baby Future and grandma History hold the answer.
And the staff didn't like changes. Not one bit.
"Hey! Mr. S!" shouted an aging man at the ceiling above him, looking at his watch and gritting his teeth frantically. He called him about twelve minutes ago. Usually it only takes him seconds to get here from that Soul-Society - or whatever it was- of his, what's taking the god-damned soul so long? - so were the thoughts of the current Redfountain headmaster, when all of a sudden the ghost of an elderly man in a bathrobe, holding a rubber duck, popped out of thin air.
"What is it, boy? Why do you wish to interrupt my shower?" he asked aggravatedly, pointing at the yellow, squeaking toy and looking generally cross with the headmaster.
"I wish to interrupt your shower," he mumbled dismissively to the robe clad spirit while trying not to mentally undress him like he usually did with humans in bathrobes, "Because the head of Alfea has lost her marbles again."
"Griffin? Griffin? Are you there?" asked a witch in her mid-fourties with a heavy note of urgency in her rich voice, Fixing her grey-aqua coloured hair and walking around her office in an anxious manner, that was saved for times like this, when the young one needed to be stopped, or else... oh, thank gods, thought Mrs. Florine, she's here.
"Let me guess," yawned Griffin's soul in frustration, "Rivers is at it again?"
"Yes, and this time she's really gone bonkers; how can we move two thirds of our students to Redfountain and Alfea?!" she yelled. Obviously she was troubled; they shouldn't have let her run for this job, they should have listened to Saladine, but nooo... they just had to fall for that sharp wit and reasonable arguments. Ugh, to hell with reason!
"So what you're saying is that you seek fuller understanding between the schools, so you want to transfer two-thirds of our students to the other schools for a month?" asked the soul of Mrs. Faragonda, arching a white eyebrow in disbelief. "I don't think Florine and De-Matteo would like it..."
"Well of course they don't now, but once I'm done convincing them, you'll see..." laughed a thirty-two year old, bright-eyed fairy god-relative in her usual overconfident smugness. And she was right, to be honest: everything seemed to go her way, no matter how wrong or how stupid or plain weird her way was. It was, after all, better than the alternative, namely Rivers crying her eyes out and begging for things to be done her way like a kid on sugar withdrawal asking for a sweet.
So they had to do it. For the girl with the sugar withdrawal state of mind.
Plus, had they not, she would have ratted on Saladine that he likes goth-loli schoolgirls.