Anna strolled along the hallways with posters at hand. She was fortunate enough to find two students socializing with each other. She walked up to them and interrupted, "umm, excuse me." She said politely, "I've gotten permission from the school to travel outside school grounds."

She handed the two students a flair, as well as one to another student who was nearby gathering their school materials. "I need help looking for my sister, could you help me?" On the flair, was a picture of a blonde haired girl in her early teen years. Anna wished she had a more recent picture, but Elsa never liked cameras. "My sister went missing a few days ago, I've been searching for her every day, but I'm beginning to think she's outside of campus. After I find a chaperone, I'm hoping to get a group of students to search the cave systems."

A chaperone. She'll need a lot of convincing to get a teacher to help her on that one. Pitch might help, he always did encourage field trips. Jack Frost, the new student teacher, might also be willing to help, but he's a bit too inexperienced for Anna's taste. 18 years old and a teacher? Mr. Nicolas must've really liked him to sign him up for that.

Maybe these students can help convince one of them.

XXX

Pitch stood in his office playing chess with some of his shadows. He enjoys the night, something about he obscurity of the darkness made him feel relaxed. The chess board was black, the pieces were shadow auras conjured by his own magic, indistinguishable from anyone other then pitch.

Each piece, however, was not the usual set of knights and bishops. Instead, the pieces resembled different members of the faculty and student body. On one side, Elsa stood in the place of the king, protected by various students. On Pitch's side, Maleficent stood as king, protected by the various teachers and staff of the school. Pitch wasn't in chess sets, he was simply spectating as his shadows played each other.

"Elsa..." Pitch whispered to himself. "Just where oh where has the princess gone..."

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Jack's pajamas consisted of brown sweatpants and a blue sweatshirt. He felt comfortable enough to walk with them in public. After all, it's not like being a teacher makes him any less relaxed. Sure, the other teachers give him an eye whenever he passes by, but at least the students like him.

Yes yes, there's a low pass rate for his class. That was something he'd need to change this year, but there was no way he was going to become uptight just for that.

He stretched his arms and and let out a cold yawn as he floated himself to his room. Some of the students pointed and giggled as he passed by, that didn't stop him from waving goodnight. He smiled after finding his room, and opened his door, ready to sleep.