"What are you looking at, boy?"
"A-agh! Sorry! I-I-"
"You act like you've never seen a milf before. I don't blame you though doll. Now get to class."
"Yes Mo- I MEAN, MA'AM!"
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Twisted Wonderland does not belong to me in any form or shape, this...
I did not read through this, so if there are mistakes or things that don't make sense, please tell me
I forgot to mention this in the playlist, but...
First years --> 18 years old
Second years --> 19 years old
Third years --> 20 years old
Leona --> 22 years old
If anyone wants to know more about Cassandra and Bowie, race-wise, here's this chart that I did. (They are at the far left)
This is just how I imagine them and the reader, you are not required to imagine them in this way, but this is what I'll go by.
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If that is all, let's begin!
Warning: mentions of mental abuse and cussing. Also, Grim is now emergency food.
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The library was something out of a fantasy movie, with the cliche floating books and the old scrolls reading themselves in hushed whispers. You smiled when Cassandra looked torn between sticking close to you and running out to explore her long-awaited fantasies.
Meanwhile, Bowie was behind you, trying to pull the hem of her robes out of a snapping book that resembled a dog of sorts. She tried to keep quiet, but her loud whispers for the book to let go reached your ears.
You looked back, spotting her playing tug-of-war with a book. You sighed with a grin, "How about rubbing its spine?" You had seen it happen in a movie before, maybe it worked here?
Cassandra rushed over excitedly, gently rubbing the spine of the book as she watched it's every move. The book started calming down, before it finally released the cloth from its strange mouth. Cassandra giggled and gave the dog book a pat before it pranced off.
"Not a single thing!" You heard the headmaster exclaim as he peeked at the many maps around him. Judging by their similarities and detail, they appeared to be maps of the same place over time.
"This home of yours isn't in any of our books, and it seems as though it doesn't even exist in our maps." He peered over to you with a suspicious side eye.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
You raised an irritated brow, "Sir, do you perceive me to be the type of woman to lie about something like this?" You crossed your arms as you stared back with anger.
