Prologue
July 30
SALEM WITCH ACADEMY OPENS TO MALE STUDENTS
By: Georgia P. Jameson
In the nearly six hundred years of the school's operation, the Salem Witch Academy is finally opening its doors to wizards. The now co-ed academy is known as the best wizarding school in the Americas. However, its curriculum was too varied to compare to the other schools, as students were allowed to choose a 'major' of sorts and pursue classes/field work in.
The Department for the American Witch and Wizard has decided that such different curriculum was not good for the students (they weren't learning many basic spells), so the school has been re-vamped. It still has its field work classes that truly show students the jobs in the wizarding community, but now students are required to take more than just a year of preliminary defense, charms, herbology etc. classes.
Along with these changes the Department also decided that the best (and only) school for magical arts in the United States of America should be for wizards as well.
The Campus of the school is also moving from Salem, Massachusetts to an unknown location here in the USA for security purposes. To conclude, the Salem Witch Academy probably is going to have to change their name to just The Academy.
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People were just freaking out about it too much, Kenedy thought. She was sitting at the counter of her dorm in Salem. She had known for a few months that change was happening and that it involved boys and also why her school supplies letter, arriving via special delivery cat, was from the Academy of the American Witch and Wizard.
Was she upset? Yes, but change was a good thing, her parents had always said. Then again, change had killed them. Maybe it would get her too, after all, she was was more inclined to jump off roofs than other people.
Kenedy sighed and folded up the Salem Times and picked up her empty cereal bowl, placing it in the sink where other dishes were washing themselves.
At the moment, her dorm in the large cottage– that was even larger on the inside– was empty of the girls that typically lived there, due to it being Summer. So, Kennedy had the whole two stories to herself. She loved it– being alone. She loved the silence, the normality of it all. She missed her friends though and talking to someone who wasn't herself, but it was a perfect thing to have silence.
She walked over to the bookcase, the one to the side of the couch that was close to the stairs to the second floor and the bedrooms. It was near a window that she charmed to have a window seat that looked out over a new view every day. It struck her then, that a lot was changing. She was no longer going to have her, window seat, not at the new Academy. The silence certainly would be gone, and who was to ensure that she would be able to stay over the summer and do field work?
The tears started; Kennedy wasn't really a big crier, but she did have tears on occasion. Tears that just kept going and going until she was in her bed late at night still clutching the book she had somehow in the chaos of her mind had collected off the shelf. The tears had begun to stop when she felt something burn against her chest. The book was hot in her hands, not searing but still it wasn't normal for a book to suddenly be hot.
Kennedy held up the thing. It was really warm, but the center emblem was red hot: metal, she cast quick cooling charm and an unsticking charm (Kennedy really loved charms). Soon, the emblem was off the book and on the ground.
At first glance, she had thought it had been one of the odd books that appeared on the shelf, when someone wanted something interesting to read or needed help with an especially tricky bit of homework (she had developed the charm herself as her field project her fifth year). But, the book was even more different than anything in her personal collection or anything that the library's arsenal had (okay, so her spell had limits alright basically all spells do). Mostly, it looked dangerous… enticing
The leather on the cover was molded into intricate designs which looked runic and almost– this coming from the girl who knew almost nothing about the magical world outside of charms and charm making– dark. A lump formed in her throat, a distance memory she had tried for so many years to put down, started to come back into her thoughts.
A few years back, when she was much younger, before the Academy, before her parents died, the dark arts had started to make a resurgence. An extremist group of sorts was running rampant attacking muggles and killing many of innocents in the process. Before that though, the group represented the good of the dark arts. The only spells that were truly dark about the dark arts were the Unforgivables, and the group never used the Unforgivable group wanted to show the wizarding world what the dark arts could do to help.
They fought crime, helped the homeless, gave people new meaning. They were intensely motivating and promised the freedom of balance. But it came at a price.
The dark arts were considered dark for a reason– It rotted their minds and turned them into nearly thoughtless killers. They believed inforced the inferiority of muggles because they could see nothing but their lack of magic. It was scary for a young girl to see such things, things that brought people to try to murder their own families, their own children...
The tears came again to her eyes. Kennedy recognized the rune, it was dark: dark and familiar.
She brought the seal to her lips and kissed it implanting the keeping charm that made sure the seal would go to no one else if she were to ever misplace it (a handy thing she developed her fourth year). She blinked away the tears, and she saw them, dark and dilated in the mirror across from her bed.
There was too much happening and yet too little. There was no balance in the world. She was one of very few people who could stop it.
OoOoO
July 31
SALEM ACADEMY STUDENT GOES MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD
By: Georgia P. Jameson
Kennedy Macer, witch at Salem Academy, has gone missing. The orphan is said to be dead, blood found trailing from her dorm. However there is no evidence to confirm if it was infact murder as no body has been found. Many are speculating that the school's history of the Dark Arts could be at play.
We all hope for the sake of the Department's efforts that the school will remain the epitome of good conduct.
A/N: Okay guys, this is the dealio. I have given a scenario-the Academy is open to guys now, Kennedy's gone missing. I explained the workings of the school a bit. I have a character for you guys to look at, so... now its time for OC sheets! I am really excited about this. I haven't done an SYOC in a while and the last one was for another fandom. I've also found that SYOC's aren't as common in HP, but I don't care.
(If you happen to be looking for some fics like this (not the same) check out my friend who I used to beta for. Her story, Capet Academy for Magic, is about an American magic school, however she isn't accepting OCs anymore.)
Edit: OCs submission overflowing! Cannot accept anymore! (If for some reason you'd like to see the OC sheet, I can get it to you, but I can't accept anymore, there are like thirteen I have to include.)
Hoots,
Owls
Next Time: "Anette!" Kate called. "The boys are here!" She screamed overly dramatically then something hard thumped against the floor.