There was once a little school in New York City, filled with your average private school students. They were normal on every level, except for one thing: they were witches and wizards. The school was called Hargfats Preparatory School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. At the age of 11, the students were sent their acceptance letters. It turns out one of them had never heard of a wizarding world before, but everyone knew her. Her name was Bayne Øtter. She lived with her evil adoptive parents who tried to keep the fact that she was a very famous witch from her. But when the letters started arriving, Bayne hit them over the heads with a frozen leg of lamb, and stole them. She ran into her basement, and opened it. She read the letter with glee. It said:
Dear Ms. Øtter, you have been accepted to Hargfats Preparatory School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. It is located on West 95th street in an old temple. Term starts on the 1st of September. Be there or fail. Ps. you are a famous witch who defeated the Lord Coldyvort. And your parents will not meet you when you turn 18. They are dead because they were hit by the number 6 train after you defeated Coldyvort.
Bayne smiled. She was down with her coy self. Long black hair, purplish eyes, skin white as death, she was the perfect poster child of evil. She was about to get up when she had a craving for her crank. Quickly she snorted it and ran upstairs, feeling very, very happy for two reasons.
On the first day of school she met her roomies. Kara, an equally if not more evil girl, Raenef, a rather hot metal head, and Levin, an emo guy who was rather quiet. The rooms were co-ed, so they all slept in the same room. Bayne took the bed next to Raenef, who she was rather attracted to. He seemed to be also, for he was looking lustfully at her. He shook his long wild hair from his face and smiled at her, one eyebrow raised. She gave him her best alluring smile, and made her bed. Black sheets, black pillows, and a blood red comforter. The canopy matched the comforter.
"So you had no idea who you were until your letter." Raenef and Bayne had started talking about their pasts.
"No, my fucking good-for-nothing adoptive freaks tried to hide it. But I killed them to get my goddamned letters!" Bayne hissed under her breath. "So ya, what am I supposed to live up to now?" Raenef laughed. "Some sort of heroine, I think." Bayne stuck out her jaw and narrowed her eyes.
"No fucking way. I'll show those freaks my true power." And then cackled evilly.