[h2]Cruella[/h2]

After the grand welcome from the hag who called herself 'Godmother Fey' Cecilia stalked the halls of the school, searching for her dorm room. She didn't know who she would share with, but she didn't really think it mattered. She would be lonely in this stupid school, without Jasper and Horace she didn't have anyone.

[U][I]"[Color=pink]Daddy! You can't send me away without them! They're my friends, I can't believe you![/color]" Cecilia screeched, pounding on her father's chest. He looked down at her, disapproval etched in his strict features. "[Color=yellow]They are not your friends, they are your servants. And you have no choice. I can't afford to send them with you. Now go pack, before I leave you behind.[/color]" He pushed his daughter away, and gestured towards the door. "[Color=pink]You're an ugly pig.[/color]" She breathed, stomping out of the room, her makeup running down her face, and her fur coat falling off of her shoulders. Jasper and Horace stood outside the doors, they had heard everything, but it didn't seem to phase them. "[Color=yellow]Lady Cecilia,[/color]" Jasper said, acknowledging her. Cecilia adjusted her coat, and cleared her throat. "[Color=pink]Daddy said you two couldn't come. Let's go pack my bags.[/color]"[/I][/U]

She scowled, the memory was still a sore spot for her. She rolled her eyes, knowing someday she would show her father what she was made of. It didn't take long to find the dorms, and each one had a plaque. She searched for her name, and soon found it. She strolled into the room, and carried her bags with her. She threw her things onto one of the bags and threw herself on with it. Today would be a long day, and she had barely gotten started.

She thought about her classes, and why she was here. Many of the othes appeared to be 'special', such as the old hag that had introduced herself to the students. They either had amazing special effect makers, and this was all a ruse, or that lady had some tricks up her old fashioned sleeves. Cecilia felt as though she was getting a headache thinking of all these options, and with a sigh, she let her eyes close. "[Color=pink]I hate this place.[/color]"

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[H2]Ursula[/h2]

After a rather boring introduction from Godmother Fey as she called herself, and some rather horrible showy magic, Ulma found herself freed from the crowd. She walked through the halls with her bags in one hand, and a map in the other. She wasn't ready to go to her dorm, in fact she wanted to roam and run around. She wanted to play tricks on all the prissy people she saw here, and maybe she would even try to make a deal if she could. 

Ulma sighed, rubbing her temples. She had just started school and she was already finding ways to get in trouble. How desperate could she get? Her slick smile wavered, and she frowned, confused. Why did she fight with herself? She wished she could choose, because she always thought she chose the dark side, and then her conscious cut in. It made her feel sick sometimes, and other times it made her feel happy that she was making the right choice. "[Color=lightblue]I need to figure myself out.[/color]" She growled to herself. Looking around, she realized that in her confusion she had wandered to a door with a plaque that had her name on it, with a shrug she pulled open the door and stepped inside. 

It was a nice, open dorm room, but Ulma figured it was like every other room. She threw her things on the bed, and one at a time, she started to pull clothing and items out of her suitcase, putting them all where they belonged. She wanted to get this over with as soon as she could, so she could go and explore the halls a bit more before they're next activity. "[Color=lightblue]This place is much more cleaner than my old home. I like it.[/color]" She muttered, touching her cabinet and the bedpost with a little bit of hope. Maybe she would like this place, as unlikely as that was.