A/N: My goal is to make time jumps because it's easier for me to keep up the crazy shenanigans!

The writing process is weird for me because I'm very rusty in writing fanfiction or writing in general. ^^;

Thank you to everyone reading my fic. =]

"Ma! Mom! I got letters!"

"What letters?"

Carmilla was reading Carmilla to her wife on the Swan-Mills' couch.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We're here because our apartment had an accident."

"By accident, she means she attempted to make Creampuffs and burnt the thing down."

"I didn't burn the apartment down!"

"We were evicted immediately."

"That's so not how that works."

"You talk about special abilities…"

"Shut up, Carm! Okay Kylie, what's the big news?"

"I want to go to college and I just got my college acceptance letters. It took forever to get my folks to allow me to apply. You know how Mom is worried about me going out into the real world. Ma isn't as nervous though because she said if I'm anything like her when she was younger, then I'd be good to go. Minus the hijacking someone's yellow bug and stuff."

"Hey, we don't talk about my criminal past here, Kiddo."

"Sorry, Ma."

"Carmilla set a police car on fire once."

"It was an accident."

"Don't you mean an assident?"

"Language, young lady!"

"Mom, it's just a mispronunciation."

"Of course it was. We both know who you get your pirate's mouth from."

"Carmilla."

"It wasn't me."

"It can't be yours truly, I'm The Savior."

"Savior my…"

Kylie shut her mouth once she saw her Mom, Regina, The Former Evil Queen, glare at her from across the room.

"Come on, let's open these suckers up!"

They all went to the dining room table and had them spread out.

"Now Kylie, whatever these college acceptance letters say, you're a smart and wonderful person, got it?"

"I got it, Ma, thanks."

Kylie took a death breath before carefully opening each letter.

She was too nervous to read them, so she gave them to the four women around her.

"Okay guys, tell me the damage."

A few minutes had passed before there were beaming smiles all around.

"You got into all the schools you gave me!"

The other three nodded in agreement.

"She got into our University, Carm!"

"What?"

"The school still exists. It says that it needs a new Dean also. Want to go back?"

"Hell no, Buttercup! I lost you there. We're not going back to that place."

"But that was my first pick, Aunt Carmilla."

"Why?"

"I wanted to graduate from the university that my aunts are alumni in. They seem to accept everyone there, no matter if they're magical beings or vampires."

Regina said, "I will only allow her to go if you two go with her."

"Think about it, Carm! We could re-enroll and become roommates all over again."

"Oh God no!"

"Hey, I take offense to that!"

"I already have gone through college so many damn times."

"You never got your Doctorate in Philosophy though and I know how much you want to be known as, 'Doctor Karnstein'! Plus, it sounds pretty hot."

Emma laughed, "Now I know how Kylie feels when she sees us doing that to her, Regina."

"Silas University was a grand adventure minus the whole "End of The World" and all that jazz."

"Carmilla, have you thought of taking The Dean's position?"

"Laura, you know I can't do that. Too many bad memories."

"I think they would love to have you back. You did save your Mother and I'm sure that the Goddess would want you to take her place."

"I don't know if I have the qualifications."

"How many times have you attended Silas anyways?"

"You don't want to know, Snickerdoodle."

"Please never call me that again! It sounds so bad."

"Creampuff?"

"The best."

"Buttercup?"

"You should call her Princess Buttercup after The Princess Bride."

Laura and Kylie high-fived while Carmilla looked utterly confused.

"After who?"

"You need a lot of Pop Culture Education, Aunty C."

"I need no such thing!"

"It's a book."

"Oh, I'd love to read that then."

"I'll give you my copy on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You attend school with me."

Carmilla knew that Kylie never let anybody borrow her possessions, so she agreed.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"College, here we come!"