Students flooded the halls of the Academy. Girls in a white blouse with blue collar or blue cardigan with a pale blue skirt that came to their knees fluttered around, chatting with friends as they discussed the lastest fashions, trends and schedules.
Boys were laughing out loud as they showed new moves and shared what happened during the summer. Their ties were undone (tickets would be handed tomorrow for those who don't tie up) against their white dress shirt as they adorned navy trousers.
In those academy halls were just ordinary students. Students who came to learn in the trade of magic, history, to be successful or just forced from their own will.
Here in the halls of Dear Old Shiz.
No place like this school, in this hall.
Here in the halls of Dear Old Shiz.
"Wee!" Went a young Webby as she rode down the halls on a cart and soon crashed in with a wave of students, who helped her up "Thanks." She added.
"No problem Webby." Said the oldest of the group, helping her onto her feet. "Just be careful next time."
Soon, a wheeling sound came from the doors and everyone stopped and began to murmur. A family came in. A father, large in the waist and his hair slicked back yet a bit messy. He was accompanied with his wife, a short and slim lady with her raven hair touching the back of her neck, wheeling her daughter.
There were two and that was the reason they were stared at. One daughter was in a wheelchair and very pretty, exactly like her mother. Her hair adorned in little bows that crafted her black ponytails. She was dressed in a blue cardigan with the Duckburg Shiz school logo and silky pale skirt.
That wasn't the reason they were stared at. It was because of the second daughter.
The second was older than the other daughter. Her hair was a boyishly short as it had a rebel pink streak right in the smack middle. She had a black hoodie with gold striping on the back. Combat boots were on her feet as she came sluggishly behind her mother. Slowly troughing along because she couldn't stand the long, hard stares around her.
Perhaps it was her clothing that made people gossip. Maybe her hairstyle was a no. How about her personality?
No... It was her skin.
It was straight up, deep green. Not emerald, not forest green. It was just plain Crayola green.
"Oh my gosh. She's green!" Went a gaggle of girls as they avoided her gaze.
"I wonder what she had to eat?" Giggled one.
"Alright. I had enough." The green girl said.
"Lena wait!" Her sister cried.
"Lena get back here!" Her father yelled.
"Let's get it straight." Lena said as she came to the group of girls. They huddled together as they tried to get away.
"Did I color myself with permanent marker? No. Did I eat seaweed? No. Did I eat grass? No."
"Lena! Get back here!" Her mother whispered.
"And yeah, that's family. Mother, Father, and my sister Mínima. See how they all have pretty, pearly skin while I have been blessed with the most ghastly color a person can have."
"Hah, Lena, the joker." Her father laughed, pulling Lena to the side. "Sorry ladies for scaring you."
"Yeah, people think I'm a freaking monster or the walking dead." Lena muttered.
"Stop making a scene!" Rosolio whispered. "You know exactly why you are here,"
"Yeah yeah. To take care of Minima." Lena said, quoting what her father told her countless times.
Rosolio smiled and then crouched down towards Minima.
"My dear little bambina," he said. "Good luck with your studies and know that your mother and I are proud of you."
"But father..." Minima started.
"And as a parting gift, here you go..."
Rosolio brought out a box and handed her some heels, but not any old heels picked from a mall. They were hand crafted. Small diamonds were embedded in the tip as the rest were elegant and classic black. It was not high, yet not too low heeled. It was perfect to even touch the floor.
"As the next governess of Oz Duckburg, you must be only dressed in only the finest robes and accessories there can be."
"Mother?" Minima said, hesitant on the gift.
"That was your father's idea." Magica said. "I had no part in this."
"Bambina. Be good and send us love everyday. You will always be in my heart." Rosolio said as he kissed Mínimas forehead. "Obey your sister Lena. Try not to be a problem and don't talk as much."
"Yes sir." Lena muttered under her breath.
Magica gave a pat on both daughters heads. She gave a kiss on Mínimas cheek and when she went to kiss Lena's, she leaned over and whispered, "Take good care of yourself around here. Try to write."
Magica and Rosolio left, leaving their daughters behind.
"You should have left a gift for Lena as well..." Magica hissed but Rosolio heeded no attention as the bubbling baboon thought nothing else of Lena. Just his little girl was on his mind.
Minima gave her final wave towards her parents and then looked towards her shoes and then towards Lena.
"I'm sorry Lena." Minima whispered, her face faltering. "father should have left you something too."
"It's fine squirt. Don't apologise for what father did or didn't do. He just doesn't like me." Lena said.
"But he does. He's are father!" Minima pleaded.
Maybe yours. Lena said to herself. She knew she wasn't Rosolio's daughter since they shared no resemblance. She never said it out loud but she had her theories. Minima didn't look like Rosolio either, but Minima had a feature from his side of the family. Lena simply looked a bit like a De Spell but, other than that, she looked adopted.
"Lena? Are you good?" Mínima asked, her face full of worry.
Lena looked out and then snapped out of her own thoughts.
"Yeah." Lena nodded. "We should head towards the auditorium. There they'll give us our key to our room and hand you your textbooks."