Magic of a jail bird

Hello people who are bothering to read this crap, this is a one shot or story depending on how it goes. Basically it's Heather ShadowBloods (I did not steal the name so don't say I did grr) first day at Wizard city. She's originally from my story Hogwarts 101 but I got bored.

Disclaimer: If there a character you can talk to online that's not another player I do not own it. :(


Heather was lying down on her bed in her room. She and her roommate were in the Chicago's juvenile detention center for troubled girls. A jail for young weird girls like herself,

The room was pretty much nothing but boring grey, except for a Bear's poster from her roomies Dad.

Heather sighed. "I didn't steal the stupid car I was framed." Heather was a mere 13 years of age, had oddly yellowish golden eyes and had spiky black hair.

She sighed again, she didn't even remember why she stole the car, and she knew it was something big…but what? Either way it didn't matter she was stuck her for the next 3 years. Heather groaned at the thought. "All I did was help a friend of my Dad's and I get charged with stealing a car!"

Out of nowhere her old 'cell' disappeared, and was replaced by an odd old fashioned room!

She landed on the ground with a thud.

"What the heck?" Heather said looking around.

"I'm sorry young one, I hope you are alright."

Heather gaped, standing before her was an old dude dressed up as a wizard, with a snowy owl. That looked like it was reading a book?

The old guy chuckled. "I am Headmaster Ambrose, and I am offering you a place in my school of wizardry." He told her with a smile.

Heather's eyes widened. "Wizardry?"

"Your guardians are being notified as we speak." He continued.

"Wizardry?" She asked again.

"Why yes young ShadowBlood." Ambrose told her. To prove his point the casted a simple fancy fire spell.

Heather watched in awe.

Ambrose suddenly frowned. "May I ask why you are wearing a prisoner's outfit?"

Heather frowned, remembering that she was still in uniform. She bit her lip unsure what to say. "I err…had a little run in with the law."

Ambrose nodded. "Well I will look into that, I expect you to not cause any trouble."

Heather gave him a cute innocent smile. "Of course not sir."

He smiled in response. "Good to hear."

"Now if you step over here to the book we can find out what school you belong in." The owl said.

Heather gaped at it. "It talks!"

Ambrose chuckled. "Of course she does, now we need to find out what school you will be studding in Death, Life, Balance, Fire, Myth, Ice, or Storm.

Heather nodded and turned to the book. All this was strange but it also was kind of familiar...


About 5 minutes later Headmaster Ambrose gave her a warm smile. "You belong to the school of death my dear."

Heather frowned. "Is that bad?" She asked the old man.

The old man shook his head, and shut the book. "Not at all it's just…unexpected." Before she could ask him what was unexpected, he did something with his wand and her clothes suddenly changed in to a black and white uniform.

Heather smiled, her Golden eyes glittering with excitement. If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up!

Suddenly there was a load crash in the next room.

Heather and the Headmaster looked at the doorway in surprise.

"Come on young Heather; let's see what's going on." With that's Ambrose hurried to the next room, Heather slowly fallowing him. "Malistaire!" Ambrose hissed as they entered the room.

A tall man, with long black hair turned smirked at them. His emotionless eyes meeting the Headmaster's, the man sneered. "Ambrose." The man Heather assumed was Malistaire glanced at her.

Heather gave him a death glare, even though she knew from experience really wasn't that intimidating…at least that's what the people at the center told her.

Malistaire just smirked. "I am here to take care of a few things." He told Ambrose, still smirking evilly at Heather. "Is this your new student? My Henchman will take care of her…"

At that moment 2 gargoyle things appeared, Heather held her ground with grim determination.

(Ok I am not going to write the pathetic fight scene, because you all know it and I don't know how to not make it seem lame, sorry)

Heather took a deep breath; those things were stronger than they looked.

She turned to the Headmaster and Malistaire. The Headmaster had a proud smile on his face. Malistaire was giving her a very cold look.

Heather continued to glare at him, refusing to back down to this man.

"Good job young wizard!" Headmaster told her, he turned to Malistaire his expression turned dark. "Now for you Malistaire,"

Malistaire barley glanced at him. "I have what I needed." He hissed, with that he was gone.

Heather gave the Headmaster a confused look. "Headmaster why did he attack use…and what was he after?"

Ambrose gave her a sympathetic look. "I will tell you later, for now you need to rest!"

At that moment a pretty red head with burning amber eyes walked, she had an air of confidence in her that reminded Heather of a spoiled brat.

Ambrose didn't seem to notice Heather's disgust and smiled at her. "Just on time miss Flame can you take young Heather to her room?"

She gave him, an award winning smile. "Of coarse Headmaster,"

He turned to a very annoyed Heather. "Heather ShadowBlood this is Nora Flame, Nora Flame this is Heather ShadowBlood. I am sure you two will get along great." With that he left leaving the two girls staring indifferently at each other.


As soon as Nora showed Heather her room she left with a vile smirk on her face.

Heather glared at her. The whole walk here had been like this, it didn't help that she had to stop herself from gawking at everything like a fool.

Several people in black and white clothing had came up to her and said hi. She assumed they were here classmates. Heather smiled and said hi back, please to see other death students.

Heather looked around her room. Her stuff was already here and on her nightstand was a letter from her guardian, which Heather did her best to ignore.

Heather raised an eyebrow in surprise when she noticed a big present on her bed wrapped in black and white.

Nervously she read the tag.

To: Heather ShadowBlood

From: Dad

She nearly jumped for joy; it had been years since she had heard anything from her Father. She hadn't seen him since he got arrested for smuggling drugs.

Eyes glittering she opened the present. As soon as Heather opened the box a cat with flaming fire jumped out at her.

Heather fell back on the bed in surprise. She couldn't help but laugh as the fire cat started to lick her.


Ya well there you have it, hoped you thought it was ok, I know it doesn't fallow the game exactly but I had to cut some corner's, and I thought it was pretty ok for being written at 1 in the morning.

Well anyway please review and tell me what you think.