A/Ns:
-Cupid is her Monster High design because being a bone creature is incredibly cool. (And I like that design far better than her Ever After High one.)
-According to the Monster High wikia, Jackson's transformations are caused by heat, sweat, and loud music. [Though neither appears in this chapter]
-I love how Monsters use ghoul in place of girl but I don't know if there was any replacement for the word boy. I know there's manster but I don't wanna just use that so for boy I'm gonna use booy.
-According to the Monster High wikia, Lagoona is a hybrid monster (a sea nymph and whatever water monster her father is)
-Kala is mistakenly thought to be a squid rather than a kraken
-Howleen has her original curly orange hair color and hairstyle (though she does have pink streaks)
-Moanica is a hybrid because there's no other reason for her to speak non-zombie. I originally wasn't going to add any "generation 2" elements but I watched Electrified, for reasons I no longer remember, and even though I abhor the way they look I love Moanica. [But Moanica is merely in the background in this chapter.]
-Ashlynn is a Charming as her father is King Henry Charming, she was just kept away from the rest of them as she was raised by her mother. She is the only Charming ever to not have any siblings.
-Wonderlandians and fairies speak the way monsters do
-The only pairing from either series I will keep is Cleo and Deuce because, c'mon.
...Snow White is officially at her wit's end. She had four days to set the school up. Four days to redo a whole floor that was burned down, leaving students temporarily without rooms. Four days to handle the influx of new students unregistered. Four days to take care of the students who were registered. Four days to put together hundreds of schedules for those registered students. Four days to deal with student complaints, particularly those health-related to fairy dust.
Four days.
She officially hated the number four. With so many damn fairy dust health issues, there was no way to fix up the school or get students registered. Fairies are the source of damn-near everything here, and given her objections with magic she already has issues with that. "I need ideas!" The queen screams behind the desk of her office. Most of the staff were on the other side just looking at one another. Daniella, Beauty, and Briar Sr. were standing behind her.
Trumpets sound then a tall, blond man brazenly opens the double doors of her office with the fanfare of a band behind him. "Rejoice, your highness!" He yells then scowls turning back to the band making a quick cut motion that has them immediately stop playing. The blond clears his throat then turns back to Snow White massaging her temples. "As I was saying. Rejoice, your highness! I have arrived!" The blond says with a blinding smile.
Snow White squints. "Who... the fiery fuck are you?"
The blond's smile immediately falters. "I-I'm King Charming!"
Snow White massages her temples more vigorously, "oh for the love of—! Which 'King Charming' are you?" She gestures to the two other "King Charmings" in the room.
"I'm King Harry Charming!" Snow White just... stares at him blankly then he sighs heavily, "all four of my children are students here...?" Snow White continues to stare, "I'm one of two Charmings in history happily ever after to have a biological daughter?" Snow White glances back at Ella behind her who scowls then she looks back at the blond shaking her head. "Oh for—my eldest son Daring is supposed to be the prince that saves your daughter from the sleeping curse from your rebooted story?"
"...Did I agree to that?" The blond facepalms. "Whatever. Why should I care about your arrival, Charming 3.0? And it better be good."
A large, pale blue cyclops ducks their head as they enter the office. Snow White straightens up in her seat. The other faculty members in the office also look on warily. "You should care, Your Grace, because I am the solution to all your problems!"
"This should be good." Daniella mutters, elbowing Beauty.
"You told Rumpelstilzchen you needed large monsters and I am here to deliver! Fairies—" He glances at the Fairy Godmother who folds her arms over her chest, "—no offense to you." She huffs fluttering her wings. "Can't get the job done. I have just the monsters capable of moving anything around the isles with just one hand!"
"You?" Snow White raises an eyebrow, "you can do this? And not, say, Dracula?" She gestures to the vampire standing in the corner with his head tilted to the left, "or 'The Big Bad' Wolf?" She gestures to that aforementioned monster, "Frankenstein, who isn't present as we speak? No? Not Poseidon? Who also isn't here? Hm? Not, oh I don't know, any of the monsters on the staff? You, a human who reeks of desperation, can bring large monsters – excluding the one behind you – to Legacy Isles? Forgive me for my skepticism, Your Grace."
"All is forgiven. Trust me when I say you will relish in my help."
"I won't trust you but no other ideas have surfaced, so I'll give you a shot."
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Dreamy Dexterous "Dexter" Charming (goes by his middle name so he isn't confused with Dreamy the dwarf) adjusts his glasses in the mirror as he stares at his reflection.
Who would've thought his father King Harry Charming – not to be confused with his father's older brother King Henry Charming – was in semi-regular communication with trolls, gargoyles, orcs, ogres, and all sorts of other large monsters? It took a bit to get used to seeing large monsters move around rather than having fairies poof everything better. The fairies were still around flying and causing allergic reactions but they just weren't ...touching everything they could get their magic on. Or maybe they still were? Dexter doesn't know.
The king was visibly upset he wasn't asked to join the staff when it was getting put together. After all, his older brother was hand-spelected and everyone ever after knows he isn't good for much. But naturally, the "spare heir" was guffawed at or flat out rejected. Never mind Henry himself is a spare heir as well as their eldest brother is Handsome Charming. The "Ideal" Charming king who saved his future queen from a fire-breathing dragon and spawned nine children and seventeen grandchildren. Even now, their parents always compared them and their shortcomings to Handsome's perfection.
Dexter received a new pair of glasses just for school. His eyesight was terrible but his old frames "dulled his swoon factor," according to his older brothers. His siblings have been trying to get him to ditch the specs and get eye surgery or at the very least use contacts, but Dexter liked wearing glasses. Loved wearing them, even. They gave him comfort. And judging by the screaming outside his dorm, he was going to be in desperate need of comfort.
"Come on, Dex, you look as great as you're gonna look!" Daring says jumping off the bed, "which is perfect, naturally, although it pales in comparison to yours truly. But that's not your fault. I hexceed standard perfection. Father calls it 'peak-human perfection.'" Dexter rolls his eyes. "Either way, can't you hear the screams? The adoring public awaits!"
Dexter turns to his brother, "I'm not stopping you from going out there."
"Without you? I think not! This school was blessed the Charming brothers three... and Darling, I guess, and we all need to be seen together! Dashing, are you ready?"
Dashing flips his long golden locks, "naturally."
Dexter pinches the bridge of his nose, inadvertently pushing up his glasses. How is he related to these two? And some of his cousins were just as bad! He and his (younger by two whole minutes) twin (sister), Darling, were the only normal family members. Or rather the only non-vain family members. [But Dexter's self-esteem issues and inferiority complex weren't worth mentioning.]
"Let's get a move on. We can't keep them waiting. But remember, no touching lest we unleash a swarm." Before Dexter can protest, Dashing and Daring each grab a hand dragging him out of the room.
The screams reach deafening volumes and Dexter slowly opens one eye looking around. Naturally, the attention is on his older brothers but... and maybe his glasses aren't correctly prescribed because he's sure some people are solely looking... at him.
There are two walls of students stacked up in two rows creating a makeshift runway for them to walk on.
Dashing revs up the crowd by flipping his long hair then points finger guns at everyone; Daring, eyes narrowed because he's older yet Dashing got a headstart, blows kisses. Meanwhile, Dexter is trying his best to seem invisible but no such luck.
Fortunately, Dexter's roommate was a zombie that appeared immune to his family's... ability. Maybe? Dexter doesn't speak zombie yet, and he really hasn't tried communicating with his roommate.
According to Dashing, his roommate flirted with then subsequently professed his love within ten minutes of meeting. Daring said his roommate hadn't arrived yet despite all his belongings stacked in the corner of his room.
Lots of rooms were missing students, the students in question having been registered by family members and not actually stepping foot onto the isles.
Dexter sighs with resignation. So this is how the first day of school goes, huh?
"Psst." Startled, Dexter looks over his shoulder at the... fedora? He looks down, sunglasses lower revealing Darling's blue eyes. Dexter blinks seeing his twin crouch walking behind him. "Ready?"
"Huh?"
Waggling her eyebrows, Darling puts her sunglasses back on and takes a deep breath, "Daring Charming just... touched me!" She shouts. Their older brothers both freeze, turning to Dexter. "Me too!" Darling shouts in a different voice. Dexter feels her snort laughing against his back.
"Touching is permitted!" Darling says mimicking The Fairy Godmother's voice. The crowd screams then swarms. Darling manages to grab Dexter before the mob can descend then walks him in the opposite direction.
Dexter can't help but grimace but at the same time be grateful he's not in that pile, "that was... both incredible and awful." Darling merely shrugs. "Nice hat by the way."
"I know, right?" She takes the hat off and shakes her platinum blonde hair loose from its bun before putting the hat back on. "My roommate Cupid."
"That's ironic."
"It's not like it's that Cupid. That's my roommate's father."
"So is there the diaper and—" Dexter flails as Darling is suddenly no longer pushing him... or keeping him upright. He falls on his back and Darling glares down at him.
"It is not a diaper. It is a pair of bunched-up underpants, got it?" (Dexter seems to forget he's the only sibling without a backbone. Darling is as pushy as their older siblings, just not vain or obnoxious.)
"Got it." She extends a hand and helps him up. They continue walking down the hall. "So... at least you have a roommate you can understand. I don't speak zombie. Also I'm low-key afraid I'm gonna become one?"
Darling rolls her eyes, "you'll only become a zombie if you're bit, Dex." Dexter gulps, "it's like the deal with vampires. Anyway, Cupid – my roommate – was found in a bone pit by that Cupid and was raised on healing and love magic! It's all so spelltacular! And she's a real sweetheart too. Oh and I haven't even told you the best part! She's immune! Being raised on love magic she's immune to our powers, Dex. Immune!" Darling joyously clasps her hands together, "I don't think I've truly known happiness before this moment."
Dexter shakes his head.
The twins walk side-by-side to their first class of the day: Future Ruler 101. A spellective neither of them can attest to mentioning to the counselors. Though with their father now on the staff, as a counselor, it's obvious where the class came from. Hopefully, he didn't make any more changes. (Darling is gonna have to check her entire spechedule before the day ends.)
They sit side-by-side in the back watching Apple White saunter in the classroom with woodland creatures on her head and shoulders. The twins share a wary glance. It's gonna be one of those classes, it appears.
Pretty soon all the "future rulers" enter the classroom. Daring and Dashing are the last to arrive. To the untrained eye, nothing looks out of the ordinary but to Dexter and Darling their older siblings are looking a bit worse for wear.
Darling looks around the classroom now that every seat is occupied. They're all humans and all people she knows of. Great. It is one of "those" classes. The very same type of "classes" she vehemently wanted to avoid. She's honestly surprised their cousin Ashlynn isn't in the classroom. She is a Charming, despite not having their surname, which would make her a future ruler as well and yet she's mysteriously absent. The cherry on the gumdrop ice cream cake is Snow Freaking White walking in the classroom, also with woodland creatures on her person. "Welcome young future rulers of your respective kingdoms! You all know who I am. Tell me something about yourselves. You in the front with that dazzling smile and cornsilk hair, come up and tell the class who you are."
Apple stands and walks to the front of the room. "Hello all, I'm Apple Orchid White." She turns to her mother, "uh, what else do you want me to say mo—is Headmaster?"
"Tell the class a little bit about yourself."
"Oh! Okay. Where do I begin...?" Darling slinks down in her seat with a sigh.
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"What do you mean we can't grant my room transfer request?"
"Ms. Godmother. Goodfairy." A beat. "Ms. Farrah, we are unable to process your room transfer request because, according to our database, the roommate you requested already has a roommate."
"Then put the roommate in another room!"
"I'm afraid we can't do that."
The blue-haired fairy frowns folding her arms over her chest hovering in front of the desk, "you have to! Queen Headmaster White... or whatever she's going by assigned me to look after Raven Queen! I'm to help her!"
"Help her... how?"
"I don't know! The headmaster just told me to do it, not how to do it." Farrah waves the concerned look off, "don't worry! I was hand-spelected by The Fairy Godmother herself to be her apprentice. And The Godmother fairy is right hand to our Fairy Queen. As a godmother in training, I'm gonna use my magic to help out all the troubled students of the academy! Starting with the most troubled. I can't very well do that if I am not in the same room as her, can I?"
"...Sincerest apologies but there is nothing I can do. I cannot just kick anyone out of their room. Especially since students are still getting registered for the school and are still getting rooms."
"Then couldn't you just claim a mistake was made and swap me in for the roommate?"
"If we just swapped out roommates on a whim, it'll cause insurmountable chaos! Every student ever after will be requesting to room with their friends or request rooms to themselves. No. I apologize, Ms. Farrah, but I will not allow that. Unless Ms. Queen or her roommate request a room transfer, you cannot be roomed with Ms. Queen."
Farrah frowns, "fine. You'll have to explain that to my mother and the headmaster. In the meantime, if I cannot be roomed with Raven Queen, I'll have to be roomed with the next most troubled student. Ooh! Give me one of the Wonderland students."
"Tell you what... I'll see what I can do."
"Great! Keep me informed. Ta for now~" The troll behind the desk sighs as the fairy flutters out of the office.
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Cerise adjusts her hood as she exits the bathroom. To have to wear this damned thing all the time, asleep or awake, because her mother was essentially ashamed of her existence. Ironic given what they claim this school stands for. Sometimes... Sometimes she wants to pull the enchanted hood off and feel some... feel some breeze against her ears. But she's nowhere near as brave as Ramona to try. Half-bloods get a lot of confused, wide-eyed stares and hushed whispers coupled with lots of pointing.
Not that she's not getting her fair share of whispers and pointing; hearing people ask why she's always wearing a cloak indoors, wherever ever after she goes.
Howleen is sitting on Clawdeen's bed with many, many tiny rollers in her hair that Clawdeen and Howleen's roommate, Cedar, are taking out. Huh. Cedar's hair has purple and pink highlights in it now. They came by just yesterday and Cedar's hair was all dark brown. The orange-haired wolf waves Cerise over with a smile.
Cerise (hesitantly) approaches the trio, "do you need a hand?"
"What we need are some tentacles." Clawdeen laughs, "we'll miss every class before noon taking all Howleen's rollers out." Cerise looks on in fascination as the rollers are taken out and Howleen's hair springs into its signature tight orange curls. Cerise can feel her ears twitching with hexcitement.
"Wow. This is amazing. Clawdeen, how do you get your hair curly?"
"It's just like that." She replies with a shrug, "but if I want a scarecific type of curly I put in rollers too or just mummy wrap before I go to bed." Cerise nods with a hum as she helps take out some rollers. Goodness, these are small. About the size of her pinkie!
Cerise holds up a roller to the light hexamining it. They're so cute! If only she could get her hair done like that. If only she could get her hair done at all. She doesn't know what she's gonna do now that she can't be in proximity to Ramona.
Once all the rollers are taken out, Clawdeen picks up an unmarked can and sprays Howleen's hair then fluffs up her curls styling it into a curly mohawk.
Cerise can't stop herself from gushing, "you're so talented, Clawdeen."
"Can't take credit for this. It's all Howleen. Ghoul's got the patience of a pixie to do all that meticulous curling day after day. Me on the other hand? I'm just a quick once around with a curler in my hair and I'm out the door."
"Which I don't understand." Howleen pipes in, "what I do isn't all that different from you spending all that time sewing in extra details in your clothes." Clawdeen hums thoughtfully, "you know, I can totally style up your hair something furrific Cerise... if you want?"
"Oh! You'd... really?" Howleen nods, "t-thank you. I'd like that. Next time I need to do my hair I'll let you know."
Howleen springs up from the chair, "thanks for the help. Same time tomorrow?" Clawdeen shakes her head with a fond sigh, "c'mon Cedar, we gotta fangulously strut to class. Where did you say your first one was?"
"Ironically, it's puppetry." Howleen whistles.
Clawdeen picks up her shark-head backpack. "Should probably get to class too." She hoists her bag strap over her left shoulder. "It's like on the other side of the isles. 'Bitelogy' they're calling it."
"What's with these class names? I have 'intro to enchanted artifacts.'"
"Do you? I got that one too. Did not request it but I'm kinda looking forward to seeing how it is."
"I'll tell you about it at lunch?"
"Looking forward to it. Gotta book it. See ya at lunch." Cerise waves as her roommate sprints off, easily dodging the other students in the hall.
Clawdeen is so amazing. Cerise is so lucky to have her as a roommate.
Cerise makes her way to class. She has to sprint a bit of the way too but fortunately no one's paying attention and if they were, they'd just see a red blur go by. She heard some students – human-born royalty – have an extra early morning class that spits their privilege in the faces of everyone else.
Cerise opens the classroom door and bumps into something. When she looks up all she sees is white; obnoxiously, ethereal whiteness that whites-out her vision completely. Cerise growls shoving whatever blinded her out of the way, relying on her sense of hearing and sense of smell to grab a seat.
"Wait a sec—"
"Hey!" Cerise pauses, hearing Ramona's voice. Allowing her twin to guide her to a seat. Cerise opens her eyes but sees nothing aside from black spots. "What's the big idea, asshole?"
Ramona's footsteps are followed by a faint whimper, "I-I didn't do anything!" Ramona growls, "I swear!" The voice goes up several octaves, "i-it's just—well that's how it is for a Charming. Staring directly at my teeth and eyes sometimes causes temporary blind—" They're cut off with an undignified yelp.
"You either find some way to dim those teeth or you're gonna find yourself without them!"
"N-No! Not the face!" The high-pitched voice now shrieks.
"Excuse me, miss, I'd have to ask you to release the Charming prince." The teacher says with a sigh, "last thing we want is for the entire Charming clan to come in the classroom." The guy's dropped with a loud thud followed by a groan. "Thank you. Now, Mr. Charming, I'd suggest you do as the nice young lady said and find a way to dull those teeth because if they become an issue, you will be removed from this classroom."
"I can't cover my teeth, they're my legacy!"
"Save your 'legacy' spiel for your 'all-important' royalty classes. The simple matter is: if you can't comply..." The teacher points at the doorway, "there's where you can go."
"N-No, wait! Don't remove me, I need a 'universal' spelective that has nothing to do with royalty!"
"I don't see how that has anything to do with me, Your Grace." The blond deflates. "Keep those things covered or leave. I cannot simplify it better than that. We deal with lots of magic in this class and if you blind someone and they mess up an incantation, I'll make sure that spell mucks with whatever you are doing." The blond gulps.
"I say we get rid of him!" A heavy Transylvanian voice begins and some of the class cheer in agreement, "cute or not, his teeth are brighter than the natural sun! He burned my shoulder smiling at me! And just look at the holes in my parasol from when his teeth glinted against the window!" Ramona eyes the pink-skinned, black-haired vampire with the pink streaks turning and glaring at the blond, "my father will hear about this and you'll be getting a bill for the damages!"
"I'll pay! I can pay. I'm a Charming, I can pay for anything! Money's not an issue."
"This parasol is one of a kind. It was created in 718BA. It belongs to Dracula, my father."
"O-Oh." The blond grimaces, "my family does not have as much money as Dracula..." He grumbles. "B-But we can pay for it, no problem." The vampire folds her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes.
An orange hand goes in the air and the teacher acknowledges the student, "can we open a window or something? The coalogne he's wearing is messing with my sense of smell." The orange werecat waves her hand in front of her face, trying to clear the air around her. Some of the other werebeasts nod in agreement, mimicking the action in an attempt to keep the smell from them. The zombie ghoul in the corner starts coughing, waving the smell away from her.
"I'm not wearing cologne, this is my natural princely musk!"
Ramona sees the blue-haired girl with the teacup hat wobble before she sneezes loudly, "I'm not even a werecat and it's upsetting my sense of smell."
"Oh come on! This is ridiculous! No one in my old school has ever had a problem with my smell or teeth before!"
"Is that a fact? Class, why don't we remind the good prince of where he is?"
Everyone turns to the blond with brittle smiles on their faces, "welcome to Waldek Academy, Prince Charming."
"...It's unlike anything you've ever been to before." The teacher finishes. "Is that not what Headmaster Queen White stressed as she announced the school would be opened this morning?"
Cerise finally regains her vision and she squints around the classroom. Ramona is to her right and the owner of the voice that keeps on talking is sitting in the front row closest to the door while looking around the room distressed.
"You okay?" Ramona whispers low enough so that only Cerise can hear.
"Yeah." Cerise whispers back, just as low, "thanks for roughing up a prince for me."
Ramona gives her a toothy grin, "any time. It was my genuine pleasure." Cerise chuckles.
"Alright. If there are no more issues..." The teacher gives the blond a knowing look, "let's begin with taking—"
The door creaks open. "Sorry, sorry! I just got to the isles not even ten minutes ago! Had to get my spelchedule from the counselors." A girl with black and white striped hair, mostly green skin, stitches all over that green skin that has parts that are patched to blue skin, and bolts attached to the stitches on her blue neck, makes her way to the teacher's desk. The speed is impressive given the height of her heels.
The teacher accepts the piece of paper in the girl's hands, "Stein? The professor Stein?!" The girl nods. "I wasn't aware he had a daughter!"
"Recently made. Let's see, about four days old now? I was up last week but then there was a power outage and I got short-circuited so, this is my fourth day alive and conscious but I guess maybe ninth or tenth day overall?"
"Ah. Well, welcome to Legacy Isles and life, Ms. Stein. Please find a seat." She nods enthusiastically then takes the empty seat in front of Cerise. She waves to Cerise, who waves back, then sits down.
"Time to take attendance." Daring looks around the class as the teacher calls out student names. He... might be the only human in the class, other than the girl he temporarily blinded. Other than her unstylish red cloak, she seemed relatively normal which was a fairy-godmother send. But even she seemed to be giggling with the wolfgirl that threatened to rip his teeth out. His mother said this school would be a good hexperience. To see all sorts of other creatures and to witness them in their artificially natural habitats. He's officially hating his stay here. Hopefully, he has more classes like Future Ruler 101. Well, if he doesn't he can always tell his father and he'll fix it. Speaking of his father, how is he gonna get a replacement parasol from thousands of years before his family was even thought of?
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The school opened this morning in no small part to Snow White's impatience and lack of common sense. It "opened" yet there were still new additions being bubbled in. All of the "staff" in charge of student affairs were busy with new entries to the school. Beauty heard her sister was stuck with The Grim Reaper who killed everything he came in contact with. Beauty stared wide-eyed at the before and after pictures her twin sent her of the plant he bumped into on his way out. His daughter was also wearing a long black cloak but the bits of, uh, bone she saw weren't the same ghastly white as her father's.
While still terrifying, Beauty was slightly luckier getting saddled with The Boogeyman. And yes, he was as scary as the tales their parents taught them growing up. "Rest assured Mr... Man, your daughter will learn wonders that never cease here at Waldek Academy. Unfortunately, she isn't able to spelect the spellectives she'll be in due to being a late entry."
The Boogeyman and his daughter, Twyla, share a brief glance. "Can you hexcuse us for a second?" Nodding, Beauty turns around in her seat. Anything to end this as fast as possible. "Nightmare, I know this is a big change but you know we are in control of our fears."
"It's not fear I feel, dad, it's confusion. What do a bunch of normies know about our customs? This place is on the fringes of the monster realm yet it's run by normies." Beauty twitches in her seat hoping to her fairy-godmother she isn't noticed.
"You know the normies, they want to rule everything they aren't supposed to. It's all like some game to them." Twyla makes some kind of noise of agreement. "Just one week. That's all I ask. Apparently, our presence on these isles was 'requested.' If it all ends up as horrible as it appears, I'll pull you out without a second thought and find a spooky shadow scare school for you. With all the hexes and thistles! Deal?" Twyla eyes the hand her father holds out in front of him.
"Alright. One week. Seven days, Pop." They shake hands.
"Alright Ms... Rose." Beauty slowly turns around in her seat, "let's get this over with."
After her spelchedule is made and her room charm is given to her, Twyla bids her father farewell as he wraiths away terrifying bypassers. Twyla squints at her room charm. It's sky green and the weirdest shaped skullette key she's ever seen. With a shrug, she fades into the shadows to find her room.
When Twyla reappears in the living realm, she scares a couple of students who flee yelling. The room in front of her has a green doorknob that has the same 3-H as her charm.
Before Twyla can push the key charm into the door she hears someone yell, "wait!" Twyla looks to her left and sees a blue-haired ghoul with a red and black polkadotted romper running toward her. Before the ghoul can run into her she skids to a halt. "Whew. Sorry. It's just. This is my room too. I had to go to class or I would've found it sooner. I was sleeping in my new friend's room but that's not important. I'm Maddie."
"Twyla."
"Ooh. That's such a beautiful name."
"Thanks. I like your name too."
"Thanks! It's short for Madeleine."
"The cookie?" Maddie nods happily. They both push their keycharms into the doorknob and it opens. Maddie is vibrating with hexcitement that immediately dies down when the door opens and the room is blank. "That's anticlimactic." Twyla comments walking inside. While Twyla can sleep standing up, she probably shouldn't ...at least not yet. She may fade then end up somewhere else if there's nothing to tether her.
"Shouldn't there be beds in here?" Twyla turns around to see four new creatures all on Maddie looking around the room.
"Look, look. I have a roommate!" Twyla looks at the five heads looking back at her. "This is Twyla. Twyla meet my bestest friends forever after: Kitty, Lizzie, Bunny, and Courtly." Maddie gestures to each one as she names them.
Courtly is the first to separate from Maddie. "What do we have here?" She bows dramatically. "Courtly Jester of black jester card clan." She straightens up, "it's a Wonderland tradition to share a treat with a new friend!" The others are eyeing Courtly skeptically as she produces a small black square box with a silver ribbon out of thin air then takes a bow. "You look like you enjoy the sweeter things in life~"
Twyla cautiously takes the top off the box and pulls out a raspscarry gelatoe cup. "Ooh. Nice. Uh, thanks." Despite the box's size, Courtly takes out another gelatoe cup and toasts the two together.
"Madeleine is a dear, dear friend of ours forever after! With the biggest heart in all of Wonderland!"
"You'll do something horrible to me if I hurt your ghoulfriend, I get it. My dad invented that fright tactic."
"Who is your dad?" Kitty asks, warily.
"The Boogeyman." They all gasp then turn to Courtly who turns wide-eyed to Twyla as she knocks back the gelatoe cup.
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"Oh my fairy-godmother!" Holly screams hugging onto her twin sister, "real live werebeasts! Poppy, do you see them?"
"I see them, Holly." Poppy sighs heavily. "You know this isn't some hexhibit, right? That these werebeasts aren't here to be checked off in a bingo book? That they're students at this school like the two of us humans are? You know these things, don't you?"
Holly flushes, "o-of course. Sorry! I let my hexcitement get the better of me. It's just... I have never seen so many different beings outside of the collection of books mother had."
"Yeah. I know. All the servants working in the tower were humans."
Holly puts her hands against her cheeks, "oh no! Poppy, I just realized we don't know how to do anything! Mother's fear of the outside world kept us, for lack of a better term, caged and we were put on a pedestal by the people working for mother." Poppy's eyes widen in realization. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?"
"Maybe... but I'll be damned if either of us living the live mother subjected us to any further. Or have to become her." Poppy puts her hands on her twin's shoulders, "we'll get through this, together. Like we always do." Holly nods. "Now. Where do you think we'll find these spelchedules? Do you think we have to go back to the counselor castle? Because I'm royally not looking forward to a repeat visit there."
Holly shudders, "me neither."
"Holly! Poppy!" The twins freeze then turn around seeing Apple White running over to them. Their mother hadn't allowed outsiders from other kingdoms to the castle until she heard about Legacy Isles being built but they both made good friends with Snow White's daughter. (Poppy believes Holly is closer to Apple and Holly believes Poppy is closer to Apple.) "Isn't this school so magical?" The blonde twirls, curls bouncing with the motion. "Have you been in any classes yet?" The blonde taps her chin, "wait a spell—! I haven't seen either of you in future ruler 101. You skipped?"
"Future what?" Holly asks.
"Future Ruler 101. It's a class mother teaches." The twins don't even need to look at one another to see they're making the same disinterested face. "All the rightful princesses are in it!" She pauses looking at them, "okay, maybe not all but most! I even saw a few Charmings there!" She squeals, "they are so handsome! It's enchanting! I'm—"
Poppy shakes her head, "wait, wait. Back up." Apple blinks at her, "you said all the what princess are in the class?"
"Rightful," Apple repeats, "it's what mother said. The class is full of the rightful human future rulers of their respective kingdoms."
"That sounds like..." Holly begins.
"...a fable fail." Poppy finishes. "Why would I come to this enchanting school to sit in a room full of fellow humans? And learn how rule our 'kingdoms?' No way in hellfire I'm thinking of that now. I hope we don't have that class."
Holly shrugs in agreement with her sister as Apple's jaw drops. "Sorry Apple, it all sounds so... odd. Like segregating the human royalty to inflate them further?"
Poppy elbows her sister, "isn't that what mother said this school was created for?" She whispers. Holly gasps putting both hands over her mouth. "Anyway, what other classes do you have?" She asks Apple.
The blonde looks between two twins, noting Holly nod as she has her mouth still covered. "Well, I'm in princessology, muse-ic, animal linguistics, damsel-in-distressing: phase 1 – the waiting—" That gets the twins to share a questioning glance, "—chemythstry, heavenly faebaking, potion mixing, and crownculus. All classes I am hexcited about! Mother—I mean Headmaster White and I worked on the spelchedule. I really hope I see you both in princessology, and I hope princessology is like future ruler 101."
"Why 'princess'-ology and not, say, 'queen'-ology?" Holly asks.
Apple frowns, "not sure. I could ask mother. So have you two got your spelchedules yet?" They both shake their heads, "what? Oh no! This simply will not do! I can go straight to mother and hexpedite the process—"
"Whoa! Slow down the carriage, Apple! We don't need you to do that."
"But... But you two saved a room for me. Who knows who I could've been roomed with otherwise!"
"W-Who is your roommate?"
Apple forces a smile, "her name is Kitty. She's... She's from Wonderland. I believe there was a mistake in the room you gave me."
"We only got you the room ticket because we found a third. We didn't look for your roommate."
Apple sighs, "y-you mean I'm stuck with ...Wonderlandian?" She whispers, "she disappears into glitter! Can you image-in glitter being used for nefarious purposes!?"
"Yes—"
Poppy elbows her sister, "if you want out, pass on your gold room ticket to whomever."
Apple shakes her head, "mother specifically told me I was hexpected to have a gold room. She said the royalty rooms are for royalty." Apple's eyes widen, "I see. I will have to tell Kitty there's been a mistake. Hexplain the situation, then we can have a big laugh about it." The twins both shake their head, "no...?"
"The roommates are selected at random; a first-come, first-serve basis. Whomever finds the room ticket gets the room."
"Plus, those gold rooms are all substance and no style. We traded ours." Apple's jaw drops. "The counselor castle isn't doing any room transfers but they are allowing students to trade their rooms on their own."
"Provided that all parties involved are in agreeance. Then we just correct the room assignment chart."
Apple shakes out of her stupor, "I-I don't know what to say. This whole school situation is so confusing. Mother says to be wary of the..." She clears her throat, " you know ."
"Apple, take it from us, though she will deny it, our mothers are not always right. Sometimes they truly don't know what's best for us. You gotta let potions simmer, you know?" Poppy tilts her head to the left, "has your mother told you why you need to be wary? Or was it the I know what I'm talking about so do as I say spiel?"
"It was not a spiel. Mother personally knows that magic is dangerous – ergo – creatures made of pure magic are dangerous. I—I cannot share a room with a magical creature. Mother won't allow it. I'm going to her office to talk to her." The twins shrug as Apple walks away.
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Gold? Rooms? Had Faybelle known about them, she would've stolen a ticket! Her mother is gonna be so disappointed in her for not thinking of it sooner!
She didn't bother going to any of her classes today. Instead, she looked for her room – even though Snow White had "called off" room searches temporarily so students can attend classes. That would be the best time to look for a room so you don't have to worry about other kids fluttering about.
Faybelle found her room easily enough, then she overheard Farrah prattling on about getting a gold room to another fairy. Then Farrah saw her and called her "troubled" just for being a dark fairy. So much for fairy solidarity. But what did she expect from that uppity blue-tinted bitch? Prancing around thinking she's the best thing since the skellphone created hexting. If possible, she got worse since leaving the fairy realm. And she was unbearable to begin with!
Faybelle's eyes widen as she sees a sea-ghoul phase through the door twirling her skulette key in her webbed hands, "claw...oh, ooh. Did it again." She looks back at the door then over at Faybelle and waves, "is this your room too?" She floats over, "I'm Sirena. What's your name?"
"Faybelle."
Sirena's eyes widen, "oh ghoul, that is such a cute name." Faybelle's wings flutter at the compliment, "I've never had a roommate before I hope we have a clawsome time roomed together." Sirena looks around the room, "uh... huh. Wonder if I should sleep in a tank or on a bed? These are like important decisions."
"Why not have a bed in your tank?"
Sirena puts both webbed hands against her face, "that is a bootiful idea!" She floats over to Faybelle then floats around her, "I love you already." Faybelle sees Sirena's fin flop up and down as she floats. Her fin has chains on them. Ghost chains. "Or maybe I can sleep in one of those hanging things? Who do I have to talk to about that?" She aimlessly floats around.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask away!"
"You're a ghost... but also a fish?"
"Mermaid, and yeah. I'm a ghost mermaid. Or, uh, mermaid ghost," She wiggles her webbed fingers. "The only one of my kind, that like I know of. Mama is a mermaid and papa is a ghost pirate. My parents' families hate each other." Sirena cackles, "and my parents never wanted to put more knowledge on me than the other so they never taught me anything about my joint scareitage but that's okay! Because I get to learn about it on my own. My old geiseance instructor was always going on and on about how you never get to the point, Sirena, but then sometimes you go too fast and no one keeps up. It's really confusing. She shrieked like I'd never make any friends."
Faybelle frowns. That's something similar to what the last fairy flystructor told her before Maleficient pulled her from the school. They said she was born to be nothing but pure evil and that the sooner she realized her place, the better off everyone will be. Well fuck that. Faybelle Thorn flies to the beat of her own parade drum. She flutters over to Sirena who keeps floating around. "You just made yourself a friend." Sirena stares at her wide eyed, "the two of us are gonna prove everybody wrong, and torment those who wanna screw with us."
Sirena's eyes widen considerably, "ooh, count me in." They shake hands.
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"How are they gonna accommodate us in these rooms?" Kala asks looking around the room.
Lagoona shakes her head as she looks around also, "no idea. Guess we gotta put in a request, right?" Kala huffs. "C'mon Kala, we're making history here! Saltwater ghouls in the same school as freshwater? Normies and hybrids? Witches and fairies? Vampires and ghosts? Werebeasts? It's like something you'd read in a scary tale!"
"Did anyone who made this school stop to think why we were all separated our whole lives?"
Before Lagoona can respond a loud sneeze catches their attention. A brunette normie wearing a beautiful thorned pink bandage dress stumbles into the doorway. "fudge. Damned allergies." She sniffles then looks up, "oh! I have two roommates?"
"Nope." Kala replies jerking a thumb at Lagoona, "she's your roommate."
"Name's Lagoona and this is my best friend Kala. Hope you're not allergic to saltwater."
The brunette shakes her head, "I'm allergic to fairy dust and it hasn't cleared out of my system yet." She sneezes again. A black-haired wolf ghoul walks into the room and sniffs around.
"Found your room, hm? That's good."
The brunette sniffles, "hold on, Ramona. I-I'm Briar." She says pinching the bridge of her nose.
"You know, a quick swim usually clears my allergies."
Briar lowers her hand, "a swim?" Lagoona nods, "I'll try anything. Lead the way."
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Deuce never asked about his father. He once overheard his mother and aunt saying the man could be a normie, which would've presented all sorts of problems for both of them – but mainly Deuce – growing up.
Deuce also heard his father could be Syd Syn from Viper's Den, which also would've presented all sorts of problems for him growing up.
His cousin Viperine is the one who told him about this "school," said attending might help smooth over relations and quell fears of those "terrified of being petrified." Medusa was a monster legend as big and as hexaggerated as Dracula or the Lochness "monster."
When Deuce opens his dormroom, he's immediately blinded by this white light then he hears something crack. Gasping, he sees his left lens has a crack running through it and he puts his hand over it to prevent it from dropping. "You must be my roommate!" A booming voice yells then shrieks as Deuce's snakes hiss at him.
Did he just get blinded through his specialty-made glasses? He cracks open his right eye and sees a pale, blond normie booy with his hand over his mouth that has some kind of glow behind it. "I got Charming'd." Deuce grumbles, "nope. Sorry. Not sticking with this room." Then he leaves. First day of class he heard about the Charming family blinding monsters. Most said it was a deliberate hate attack on the monster community.
It's difficult to maneuver around an unfamiliar place with his snakes arguing every few seconds. He bumps into something—someone then hears a giggle and a cool hand on his free arm. "How cute." A melodic, unfamiliar voice says quietly. His snakes collectively let out a content sigh as gentle fingers pet them. Oh. That feels nice.
"What in the name of the pharaoh are you doing?!" A high-pitched voice nags, "you seriously want to spend your unlife being stranded here with lowly, unworthy commoners? And... petting strange animals? Honestly, you've been entombed for so long you've ceased higher brain functions!"
"Hey!"
The snakes let out a whimper at the retreating footsteps. "Whoa— Deuce?" Viperine. Hexcellent timing! He'd recognize that voice in an instant, "I've been looking all over for you! What happened?"
"I got Charming'd."
"Dios monstero. Through the glasses?" When Deuce nods, Viperine whistles. "I heard they was a big thing about that in one of the classes. These Charmings are causing more problems than the fairies! A normie girl got blinded just looking into one of their teeth! A vampire ghoul got sunburn when he smiled at her. An entire class of freshwater monsters had to swim lower so the horrible normie stench couldn't pollute their water! Werebeasts had to wave charms around to get the stench from their fur! I'm telling you this idea was doomed to fail."
"At least I have a legitimate, health related reason to switch rooms."
"There is that." Viperine agrees. "Haven't met my roommate yet. I have mixed feelings and mice in my belly thinking about it. Oh. Do you have a spare pair of glasses? You can use mine if you don't." Deuce closes his eyes and takes off his cracked pair then Viperine puts her spare pair of glasses over Deuce's eyes, and the two of them make their way to the counselor castle.
After explaining the situation, the fairy behind the counter gasped as she fluttered her wings. "How awful! I shall alert the headmaster queen right away!"
Snow White was listening to her daughter complain when there was a knock on the door, "what is it?" The pink fairy floats into the room.
"Your majesty, there is a room complaint. A gorgon had his glasses cracked just by having a Charming smile at him. I'm afraid we cannot keep them as roommates."
"I see. The last thing we want is a gorgon walking around and turning folks into stone. Give him a new room, and just place any random kid in the room with the Charming." The fairy nods then flies out of the room, "and as for you, Darling, how could you let this happen?"
"I did not let it happen, mother. It happened before I could do anything."
Snow White sighs, "chase the damn creature out of the room if you have to. I made those gold rooms specifically for you and the other princesses."
"A lot of the princesses aren't willing to stay in the gold rooms. Rosabella Rose? Gave up her ticket immediately after hearing that a Wonderlandian 'princess' wasn't allowed in. Holly and Poppy gave up their rooms because they said they were 'all substance and no style.'" Snow White bristles, "I haven't heard anything about Briar Rose the second or Cinderella's daughter. Speaking of that... why isn't she or Holly and Poppy registered for Future Ruler 101?"
"Daniella is on the schedule staff so she took her daughter out of the class before I could complete the roster. As for the twins, I must've overlooked them." Apple sighs, "Applecore, I can fix this. I will fix this. Now, how is your overall spelchedule? No complaints?"
"None whatsoever, at least from the classes I've been to."
"Good to hear. You know we went through great lengths to make sure your spelchedule was as noble as possible, but going to the classes is a whole different matter. Let me know if there are any issues with any of your spellectives?"
"I will."
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Farrah screams as she looks down the hallway. No, it—it couldn't be! Bad enough Faybelle Mischievous Thorn was brought to Legacy Isles but the baking witchling too? Ginger Breadhouse had a difficult time accepting her fate. Her mother was the baking witch that tried to eat poor innocent Hansel and Gretel; the tale says they (rightfully) tossed her in the oven, after she tried eating them, and burned to death, but what the story never stated – what Farrah knew from her mother and various other fairies – is that the baking witch's entire house was enchanted, including the stove. All Hansel and Gretel did was seal her inside the stove, not kill her. [But hearing the truth, Farrah understood why the tale remained unchanged. It's not nearly as interesting.]
Because the baking witch prepared for every actuality, she made a construct to take over in case anything should happen to her. That construct was aptly named Ginger; a simulacrum made from enchanted gingerbread flour and molasses.
Farrah's flown around hearing the whole "not a real girl" argument about fairies as they were also conceived through "unconventional" means; like gargoyles, robots, and whatever the hell Frankenstein had going on.
Still...! The baking witchling, like Faybelle, was a problem only Farrah could deal with. But to have to corral both of them all the fluttering time would put a damper on her own enjoyment of the isles and the school. She'll let her mother and the counselors deal with them and only intervene if they (or Faybelle anyway) do something truly, unspeakably evil. Any day now one of the two (again, her money's on Faybelle) will snap, if not both at the same time. They were unnaturally close because of Maleficient's love of sweets which stemmed her friendship with the baking witch. Hell, Farrah wouldn't be surprised if Maleficient was the reason behind the baking witch's enchanted, edible home.
Farrah flies over to the baking witchling struggling to insert her skullette key into the keyhole. "I guess that's a sign that you shouldn't be here."
"Go away, Farrah." The pink-haired witchling mumbles.
"Not a dark fairy's chance at being Fairy Godmother! Speaking of which, as the next Fairy-Godmother-In-Training, it is my sole duty to watch out for and subsequently deal with troublemakers."
Ginger adjusts her candy-cane framed glasses, "I haven't caused any trouble."
"Not yet you haven't, but you will. You are evil after all. It's in your batter." The pink-haired ghoul grunts as she slots the key into the keyhole. "I'll be watching you, witchling, and your little buddy Faybelle too."
Ginger glares up at Farrah, "you know what your problem is O-Great-Fairy-Godmother-In-Training? You're jealous Faybelle is awesome and you suck."
Farrah gasps in shock. Faybelle's influence no doubt. "Why you—" The blue-haired fairy takes a deep breath, wings fluttering. "I will not stoop to your subterranean level." With a huff, Farrah flies off.
Ginger rolls her eyes before walking inside the room. There is a lab set up in the left corner of the room and the right side is completely blank. Well, her roommate must've already situated themselves. Ginger carefully looks around the lab without getting too close to touch anything.
There's some kind of steam whistle before Ginger looks up to see a blue-haired ghoul hovering with steam coming out of their feet. "Whoa. Ooh. Uh, hello. I'm Robecca."
"Ginger."
"I guess we're roommates." Robecca shakily hovers over to the lab, "this is my recharging station. My creator and father is on the school staff." The steam from her left leg putters out then Robecca teeters to the right until Ginger catches her. "If I could trouble you a bit? May you help me into the recharging station?"
With Robecca's instructions, Ginger helps the blue-haired ghoul into the recharging station then sets it upright. "This is ingenious!" Ginger says in awe.
"Hexiciah Steam is an ingenious man." Robecca says proudly.
"Um, how do I order a bed?"
"I can talk to father so he can expedite the process." Ginger smiles then nods. "Great."
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"A roommate switch?!" Raven and Catty exclaim, "but why!?"
"There have been countless mix-ups." Snow White replies. "We're trying to be fair to all students involved." The black-haired woman holds a green skullette key in her hand. "One of you will have to switch. Select which will stay and which will go." Raven and Catty hug each other and Snow White suppresses an eyeroll, "you two will still be able to see one another. And you haven't even been roommates for very long."
"That doesn't mean we haven't become fast friends." Catty takes the skullette key from the woman, "I'll go. Stay, Raven." She nods at Raven who returns the nod. "Who will be Raven's new roommate?"
The door opens and a patched-up ghoul with blue and green skin walks in the door, "is this my room?" Raven blinks at the white and black-haired ghoul looking around.
"Ms. Queen, Ms. Noir, this is Frankie Stein." Frankie's heterochromatic eyes land on them and she waves. "Come Ms. Noir, I will show you to your new room. All of your stuff will be transferred while we bring in Ms. Stein's." Catty waves goodbye as she follows behind Snow White.
"So..." Raven rocks back and forth on her feet, "hey."
"Hi! I'm so hexcited to have a roommate! I was literally like just built for this!" Frankie squeals. Raven nods slowly, "can we take a selfie together? I'm making memos of all my little baby-ghoul steps."
"Sure." Beaming, Frankie puts an arm around Raven as she takes the picture. Raven's eyes widen when Frankie's left hand falls from her wrist.
"Oh stitches! I thought I fixed that problem." Sighing, she reattaches her hand, "sorry. I'm literally falling to pieces with hexcitement." She shrugs helplessly, "they don't make stitchwork like they used to."
Raven chuckles. "Any more of your baby steps you need help with?"
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"A roommate switch?" Kitty asks, with a raised eyebrow. "I thought they weren't switching roommates?"
"..." The fairy clears their throat, "this was an order straight from the headmaster queen. There was a mix-up with your room."
Kitty smiles, all teeth and the fairy takes a step back in fear. "I'll make sure this gets taken care of. Now I don't mean to be rude... but I am allergic to fairy dust." The fairy bristles then floats out of the room. Kitty waves a hand in front of her face waving the dust away. What a shame the headmaster hadn't been more specific about her request. Kitty smiles at the skullette key then taps the face inscripting Apple's name onto it. Whistling, she puts the key or Apple's bed then gets ready to meet her fellow Wonderlandians.
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Apple screams when she sees an unfamiliar ghastly pale, blue-haired... individual sitting on her bed. Wait. That isn't even her bed! "W-Wha—? What is the meaning of this!?" The blue-haired kid moans at her, "what?" They moan again, "I—"
"Are you Apple?" The blonde turns toward a girl with ash blonde hair tied in swirly upward twintails and has a white spade over her left eye. "I'm Courtly Jester of the black jester card clan. One of Kitty's horrible, incorrigible Wonderlandian associates." Apple gulps, "see that key?" Apple glances at the green skulette key on the nighttable, "that's inscripted to an Apple White. That's you, right?"
"Yes I'm Apple White but what is my name doing on a green key. I'm a princess and this is my gold princess room!"
"Not anymore, Love." Apple's jaw drops. "I guess you didn't hear about the last-minute switches going around? Kitty had to take care of a little fairy dust allergy attack—" The blue-haired kid moans, "yes, truly." Courtly nods, "also, we're gonna need your skullette key to give to Ghoulia here." Apple glances at the kid moaning again. "Don't worry, we'll... take care of that."
Apple snatches up the key and reads it, "this is impossible! How have I been removed from this room!?"
"Hard to argue with the facts, Dearie." Courtly says with a shrug. "Your stuff's already been moved into Ghoulia's old room." The blue-haired kid lets out a long groan. Courtly bursts out laughing then sobers up when she sees Apple just standing there. "You don't speak zombie?" She mock gasps.
"Of course I don't speak zombie! When would I ever need to speak zombie?"
Ghoulia and Courtly share a look and the former shrugs. "Maybe you could learn in your new room?"
Apple screams in frustration, "this is preposterous! I am not going anywhere! My mother is the headmaster of Legacy Isles."
"Who authorized the room switch." Courtly gestures to the key and Apple holds it closer to her eyes to read it. When she gasps then looks up at Courtly, the girl shrugs. "Like I said, hard to argue with facts."
"This must be a mistake."
"Yes, surely. But your stuff still is gone so... please give Ghoulia your key. Okay?"
Frowning, Apple slams the gold skullette key on the nighttable and curling her fist around the green. Then she flips her hair and walks out the room. Ghoulia moans then Courtly hums in agreement.
Apple immediately heads to the headmaster's castle and barges into the office. "Mother!" Before her mother or the man sitting in front of the desk can move, Apple storms over to the desk and slams the skullette key onto the desk. "Mother, what were you thinking!? After everything you said to me earlier!?"
Snow White picks up the key then gasps in horror, "someone forged my inscription!?"
Apple sighs in relief, "oh thank fairy godmother."
"No. No thank anyone! I can't uninscript the key, Apple. You'll..." The black-haired woman shudders, "you'll have to stay in the room for the night. I'll work on giving you a new room. A better room."
"Why can't I stay in your office? Or your room?"
"Applecore, tough it out for one night." Apple huffs.
"I told you this gold room nonsense was going to be an issue."
"Can it, Charming." The man mimes zipping his mouth closed.
"Another thing." Apple begins, turning to the man, "you're the King Charming that's Ashlynn Charming's father, aren't you?"
"She goes by Ashlynn Ella thanks to her mother – she wants her to be far removed from the Charming bloodline despite still having been born with our abilities, but yes. That is me. Henry Charming."
"Why isn't Ashlynn registered as a Charming or in any of the princess or royalty classes?"
"Like I said, thanks to her mother. Ashlynn isn't 'considered' a princess. She's my sole heir but..." The man shrugs, "her mother's stubbornness is what I fell in love with. It's also what I fell out of love with." He sighs. "But I get to see my daughter and that's all that matters."
Snow White shakes her head, "you're such a pushover. No wonder she left you." The man blinks at Snow White. "Apple," The blonde turns to her mother, "I will make this a top priority and I'm assuming a magical creature forged my inscription."
"Is that not grounds for expulsion or something?"
Snow White grins, "as a matter of fact, it is. How wonderful! All we need to do is figure out who is—" She pauses, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this has Wonderland smeared all over it."
"My old roommate is from Wonderland. She's a cat hybrid."
"The cat..." Snow White grimaces, "expelling her will be difficult, especially without proof. And if I just put her aside for questioning it'll look like I'm bullying the little demon. We'll need to catch her using magic to—" Snow White's eyes widen, "the room tickets! All of this! It's all her fault! That video with her exclaiming fake tickets?! I bet she forged them too! Sorry Apple, taking her down is top priority."
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Deuce and Viperine walk arm-in-arm into Deuce's new room. The headmaster gave him a "gold" room "for his trouble." To be completely honest, this room feels like someone is overcompensating for something. The gold walls are just a scaresbreadth away from being obnoxious. "Either way, you're gonna go blind." Viperine mutters.
There's even a gold tank in the corner of the room. The cousins split up to take in the already furnished room. Hell, they even put Deuce's luggage in the corner opposite the tank.
Viperine stares at the tank and gently taps on it.
"Uh, I wouldn't do that."
Both of their snakes hiss at the newcomer who holds up his webbed hands. "S-Sorry!" He says with a shudder. Deuce snaps his fingers to calm down his snakes while Viperine tugs on the snake closest to her left ear which has the others calm down.
"Unless you wanna get stoned, literally, don't ever sneak up on a Gorgon." Viperine warns.
The booy nods, "g-got it. I-I'm Gil. That's my tank. It's super sensitive and the only source of freshwater on this floor."
Deuce and Viperine exchange a glance. A freshwater monster? Well, this place really is trying to include everyone. "I'm Viperine, this is my cousin and your roommate Deuce."
"Vips, the bed is solid gold."
Viperine massages her forehead, "wouldn't that be uncomfortable to sleep on?"
Deuce jumps on the bed back first and Viperine winces when she hears a loud thud, "y-yeah." Deuce groans out. Viperine sighs heavily. "Nice meeting you roomie!" Gil waves nervously.
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Briar wrings out her hair then hugs an equally soaked Lagoona. Ramona had no interest in getting her fur soaked so she hexchanged contact information with the three of them then bidded them adieu, "you are my new best friend!" Lagoona laughs, putting her arms around Briar.
"Best normie friend." Kala interjects.
"You're my new best friend too!" Briar moves from Lagoona to hug Kala who reluctantly wraps her arms around the brunette. Ah hell, her energy was infectious! "I never felt so alive! I had no idea swimming was so ...invigorating."
"Hard to believe you've never swam before."
"I was raised in a landlocked kingdom." Briar shakes out her hair.
"It's more surprising that you can swim, given you've never tried before." Kala adds. "And hold your breath as long as you were able to."
Briar lets out an excited gasp, "I wonder what else I can do?"