Chapter 3

O Come All Ye Fangirls

Charlotte blinked. She had sat down by her partially packed bag, wondering where the stupid enrollment form went. It had disappeared. Charlotte sighed and crawled back into her bed. Perhaps sleep would cure insanity. Her sleep was rather short lived. A bright light radiated from her closet.

Indeed, a white light was flashing rather painfully from the general direction of her closet. Charlotte stumbled over to get a decent look at it. When she opened her closet door, there was a great flash of white light that was more painful than she thought possible, and she was gone. Her bag suddenly zipped itself, and disappeared with a puff of pinkish smoke.

When Charlotte opened her eyes, she was in waist-deep water. It was extremely cold, to be blunt. It was also dark. The time was 4:57 am, to be precise. There was another girl a few yards away from where she stood. She had dark hair, and even darker eyes. She was dressed in a strange tunic-like thing, with a leather belt across her chest. There were pouches on the belt, each containing a silver bell of variying sizes. Charlotte waded over to her.

"Where are we?" she cried. The girl turned around, spraying water everywhere and drenching Charlotte further. Charlotte was now more soaked than she thought possible.

"How should I know?" the girl replied. She began to wring water from her hair.

Charlotte waded out of the pond, pissed off about being there in the first place. Once she was out of the pond, however, she saw a most startling scene.

There was a large, pleasant red brick building standing in the middle of a very large estate. And on this estate, there were people. Most were teenage girls, with a few boys here and there. Yet, still, that was not the most startling.

They were standing upon a gorgeous floating isle. It was then that Charlotte found just how far eyes could bulge. They went rather far.

Then, from the giant mahogany doors, a figure appeared. She was kind of short (but wore boots to attempt to be taller), with a shock of spiked green hair. Those whom had the misfortune of being near her saw that she grinned. It would have been rather welcoming, had it been on anyone else.

Most people present assumed they had gone insane. Going insane would've been better than what was to come.

After that, things got stranger (if that was even possible). A fairy flew up to the green haired girl, dodging between the branches of two cherry trees. An actual fairy, complete with a pointed wand and blue wings. She was extremely small, and her wings were larger than she was. The fairy spoke with the girl for a moment before flitting into the building. The girl cleared her throat, and shouted to all the students.

"Hello!" she shouted. "If you would all please follow me into the building, everything will be explained. Thank you, come this way!" She turned and walked through the huge doors. From lack of anything semi-sane to do, and with most of the people thinking that they were dreaming, the soon-to-be students of OFAC followed her into the building.

The Academy was positively gigantic. The floors were of a lovely plush carpet, its walls were a dark cream color, and the high ceilings were peaked and gorgeous. The Academy would not be quite so well thought of later in the year, of course.

"Wow…" Charlotte breathed as she followed the girl closely. She tapped someone with long, dark hair on the shoulder.

"Where are we?" she asked quietly. The girl turned around. To Charlotte's immense surprise, the girl was half cheese. Bleu cheese.

"I don't know," the girl sniffed, obviously upset over her current form. She looked Charlotte up and down.

"You're so lucky!" she cried. "Why did you have to come out right?"

"Erm…what were you?" Charlotte asked, dodging that last question.

"I was half-elf, half-moon…" she sniffed.

"Ah, yes, you must be Ithil, then," a voice in front of them cheerily said. Ithil nodded her head. They hadn't noticed that the green-haired girl was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"It didn't come out wrong," she explained in a slow voice, as though talking to a small child. "You asked to be half-moon. You are."

"I'm half BLEU CHEESE!" Ithil cried.

"Well, naturally," she replied. "Although, of course, we could change it…"

"PLEASE!" Ithil begged.

"On one condition…" she continued.

"Anything! Anything!"

"Very well, then, dear," she said, and smiled a grin that could be most accurately described as...toothy. "The mini-Lavi need to be fed and polished. They eat bleu cheese and steak that is medium-rare with their own special white wine sauce. That will be your job for three months. Ah, here we are!"

There was another set of large, imposing doors. An ominous feeling began to creep into Charlotte's stomach. It was the feeling she got every time she stepped into her English class. (That teacher always did hate her.) It was a feeling of impending doom… a feeling that she would be in a rather, well, uncomfortable position very soon. That was not a comforting thought.

[A/N- See previous Author's Note.

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