The students gather in the meeting hall of Grey Haven, a school and retreat for witches. Dinner tables lined the room, seemed to be more than enough for everyone in the room. One could suppose that there were so many for guests, should any come.
“Greetings, new students! Welcome to Grey Haven!” A woman with short cut hair in a red and white outfit said. Her voice roared greatly as she spoke, as if with a megaphone, though she lacked one in her hands. “My name is Lyrica, and I am one of your teachers during your stay here.” She took a bow and continued, “Now, let us introduce the other teachers here, if you could stand when I call your names. . .”
She started naming teachers, “Relica Tombsword” A woman with long, silky black hair stood and smiled showing off her overly red lips. She was someone who obviously enjoyed makeup. “Juliana Smith” Next a woman that seemed as plain as her last name suggested stood. The biggest defining feature she had was her light-colored hair pulled to a ponytail on the right side of her head.
Lyrica went through the other faculty members, leaving out who did what subject or magic type. She then came to the final two she would introduce before sitting herself. “Now then. With the teachers all introduced, I would be pleased to introduce the Headmistress of Grey Haven, Lady Lysandra and her assistant, June Daze.” A girl walked up to where Lyrica was and switched spots with her. She was also followed by the other woman, June Daze. . . Someone that was already acquainted with a student.
Lysandra looked not much older than twelve, but no older than fifteen. “Greetings, pupils. I am indeed very pleased to see you all accompany me on this journey of teaching you all what I believe you need to know.” She put a finger and made sure all eyes were on her before poofing a small ball of fire into existence over it. “I’ve come to understand some of you might be more skeptical than others,” she said, casting a single eye on a specific person. “Now then, I think everyone might be hungry. . .” She snapped a finger and an army of dolls opened the doors to the room and marched in. The ones not holding plates of food were helping set tables or cutely try to assist their comrades in getting the plates to the table.
To, perhaps, everyones’ surprise, the plates contained their favorite foods when it reached them. Ophelia was delightfully happy about that too, “I may be in a strange place where dolls can move on their own, but at least the food’s good!” She was a simple girl after all. After the first bite of her food, she noticed the teachers moving into their own groups in the number of tables out in the room and the headmistress and the other woman with her walking down to the students’ table.
“Greetings again.” She made a slight smile at the students and looked out to the dolls scurrying about. “Cute ain’t they? That’s an example of what you all might be capable of. I’m off for now.” She started to walk off but turned around to June, “I’ve got nothing else to ask of you now, June. Do what you will for the rest of the day. We got a whole day ahead of us tomorrow.”
Ophelia watched as the Headmistress walked off yawning with her mouth covered. She then looked to her fellow students and said, “Well, I’m excited for this up coming year now. It would be cool to have so many little dolls at my command!” She stuffed her face afterword happily.
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