Brief A/N: I've decided to start this school now, when there aren't any problems, to prevent problems in the future. To sign up, use the form on my bio and email the completed form to me at the email in the bio. Thanks! ^.^ Laura's spelling/grammar mistakes are intentional. Don't worry, my IQ hasn't dropped that much over the summer...
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Laura sat at her computer staring happily at her screen. There it was, the perfect story. It just needed the perfect ending to match the perfect plot and perfect characters.
She paused for a moment, then eagerly reached forward to type in the last few sentences:
'And Howl said 'Wow, Lauren, you DO have all thee pwerrs of a Fier Demon, So I will marry you, and Sophie can marry your brother,a nd we will be a family together!!!!!!'
And Lauren said 'Yes, Howl , that would be good, because I LOOOVE you so much, but Calcifer cant live hear, because our powers would cause the world to bee destroyed!!!!' And they lived happi;ly every after!! Send me lots of preety reviews ppl!!'
With a self-satisfied grin, Laura saved her masterpiece, and sent it through to the Internet. Within a few hours, everyone would be able to enjoy 'The Fire Demon Princess'. Laura thought dreamily about all the wonderful reviews she'd get. Oh, sure, there be some strange people flaming her perfect story, telling her to use spell-check and other stupid, unnecessary stuff, but they weren't anything to worry about. What mattered was the praise from the smart people around the world.
Yawning, Laura turned off the computer screen, ignoring its tortured-sounding beeps from being party to this crime against fantasy fanfiction.
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"Oh, dear," said Dee, looking at the badfic early-warning device. "Oh, this is very, very bad." She picked the scroll off the floor, where it had fallen after the device had--quite literally--spat it out. "Spelling errors galore, ignoring canon occurrences, causing events to eventuate,"--Dee smacked herself on the head, reminding herself not to spend so much time speaking to PPC agents--"causing events to happen to help an original character..." The girl sighed. "Forced enrollment for this one."
At that moment, the door to the teachers' lounge was flung violently open and a red-haired, rather short woman stalked in, followed by a handsome man. "Gods curse it, how many times must a person kill someone before he remains dead!" She pointed to her dark-haired follower, who was looking highly amused at the entire display. "This makes twice that he's been brought back. Twice! What must someone do to ensure someone else's eternal stay in the Black God's realm?" she demanded.
Dee, rather frightened--for all that the redhead was an inch or so shorter, the older woman was deadly with a sword--backed away quickly. "I'm sorry Alanna, but he's to teach a class."
Alanna's violet eyes flashed. "And what class could the Duke Roger teach?" she asked, voice dangerously low.
"Now, now, dear Alanna. You of all people should have figured it out. 'How to Steal a Throne in Five Easy Steps', of course." The Duke looked superior. "It's an essential course."
Alanna snorted. "Essential? I doubt it. Now, 'Why girls are just as good', that is essential class."
Dee cleared her throat, interrupting what looked like the start of a promising staring contest. "Excuse my, my lord, my lady. But if you don't mind, we have a slightly more...pressing matter to attend to. I need to borrow Alanna's services, if you please."
Roger swept out of the room, his cape swirling majestically behind him. As he passed through the door, he couldn't resist a parting shot of "my class is more important" before closing the door behind him.
Alanna sniffed. "Can't believe we'd need someone like him." she said airily. "What did you need, Dee?" she added.
Dee pointed at the scroll. "That. It would seem that we have someone that desires a forced enrollment."
Alanna picked up the scroll from the table where Dee had dropped it to mediate. Her eyes widened at she quickly read through the insipid story. "This is...an outrage. And it is not even supposedly happening to me or anyone in Tortall!" Her eyes widened. "Am I to assume you need a way into this..."She looked like she was going to say 'author', but apparently changed her mind, "person's home?"
"Yes, please." replied Dee. "And if you could accompany me? I can't get back on my own. After all, I'd like to give students a good first impression at least." The teen grinned. "It makes the rest of the year that much more fun."
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Laura woke with a start. Squinting in the darkness, she thought she could make out two figures standing at the base of her bed and holding a whispered argument.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked the taller one. "It looks less...evil then I'd thought."
The shorter one sniffed. "I'm positive. Besides, how evil could a fangirl's room look?"
Laura stared at the strange people. "Um, who are you, and why are you in my room?" she asked in a slightly trembling voice.
A globe of purple light lit up Laura's bedroom, illuminating the figures. The shorter one, who was holding the light, had bright red hair and violet eyes. The other one had more normal brown hair and hazel eyes, with a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
It was the brown-haired one that spoke. "Right then. Laura Seule, you need help. You need to get your fanfic license."
"My...what?" asked Laura, dazed by the fact that this girl knew her name. Fanfic license? Since when did people need one of those?
"Fan-fic lic-ense." said the girl slowly. "A license to write fanfiction. You will be required to attend the Fantasy Fanfiction Schola for one full year. If you pass all your classes, you will then have to pass the Big, Fat Test of Doom before you will be allowed to write Fantasy fanfiction again. Your classes are outlined in your enrollment papers, fill them out completely please. That is, if you wish to attend, of course. We await your enrollment, because believe me, you need this school." With a grin and a wave, the girl dropped some papers on Laura's bed before vanishing in a flash of violet light.
"Well, that was...different," said Laura to the now-empty room. Shrugging, she picked up the papers.
The top page had what had to be the enrollment form. Quickly, Laura read over it. Most of it looked like standard school forms, asking for her name, age, height, and so on. Some things were decidedly weird, like her greatest fear, magical ability, and species. Laura shook her head, turning over to look at the list of classes.
Her jaw dropped. "Whaaaaat?" she exclaimed, reading over the courses. "'Immortals and their habits'? 'The Related Worlds'? 'Why I have nine lives and you don't'? What kind of crazy trip is this?" Laura paused. "It's dream. It has to be. I'll never eat Mom's homemade chili before bed again." The blond-haired girl looked at the sheets in her hand. "Well, since this is a chili-induce dream..." she said slowly, scanning the list. Suddenly she grinned, having caught sight of 'How to Deal with Fire Demons', taught by the Wizard Howl. "...Why not go for it?"
Scribbling quickly in her loopy handwriting, Laura filled out the forms to the best of her ability. Dropping them onto her desk, she didn't notice in the dim light that they seemed to curl in onto themselves until they vanished. She was too busy dreaming of how she'd convince Howl to leave Sophie for her...
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A/N: Wow, now there's a student! Sorry this took so long, but teachers have decided that we need a lot of work right before our exams....I think they're trying to cram in all the stuff we didn't learn on time...^.^ Hope to get the next chapter up soon...Meaning sometime before I graduate. I love reviews; it helps me get better. And flames are used to keep the fireplaces burning, as usual.