Ever Twisted

Chapter 1: Descendant of Beauty Part 1

"So much has happened to me in the past months: first I was teleported to another world, then becoming a student at Night Raven College, had more near death experiences that's above normal, and finally found a way home and still be a student. I still can't believe that mom was okay with all of this, but then again if she told me that secret then it won't had never made sense."
Minerva thought about this and more as it was about to be probably one in the morning— she wasn't really able to sleep well in the last few nights as she was working a lot during that time and gotten used to going to bed later. On top of that she kind of like the quiet at this moment as she had a hectic schedule today with a Housewarden meeting, two stressful tests back-to-back, and chasing a mischievous, grey cat-like monster and unofficial familiar partner as well as house mate named Grim around campus three times; so a little her time was needed.
Holding Grim as he slept, she was looking on her on phone when as began to yawn; "Guess it's time for my to sleep," she thought as her eyes led felt heavy and soon fell into a slumber. As time passed, Minerva had a feeling— a feeling that she knew too well now— as in she dream she saw someone; a girl maybe around her age of fifteen with long black hair, pale porcelain skin, and in goth-like clothing. As she approach closer to the figure, Minerva heard more voices— voices that were loud and angry ; "What is wrong with you!?" one said, " She's just like her mother." another; more of these negative voices kept coming that it became to much for both Minerva and the girl until the last voice said, "HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH!?" in the loud voice she heard. As Minerva covered her ears the girl in the dream finally lost it and a dark purple flames cover the room then ignited; until Minerva woke up in a cold sweat. As she heart was still pounding she looked at the clock; it was 6:30 a.m.— a hour and thirty minutes till classes start. She hated waking up this early, but it was better than being in that nightmare. "What's with you this morning? Your not this loud." As Minerva looked down she a very grumpy Grim staring at her— clearly still wanted to
sleep a bit more.

Minerva: Oh. Sorry Grim, I just had a bad dream and it got my good; that's all. You can go back to sleep now.
Grim: No I can't, you jumped up so hard to now I'm afraid that you might do that again. As a punishment, get me a can of tuna.
Minerva: It always tuna with you ha. You can at least say please.
Grim: Please and Thank you are only for people who don't hurt future great mages in their sleep!
Minerva: Okay "Oh great mage"

As Minerva tensed her feline friend, she scooped Grim up and carried him out of there room to prepare for the day.
As they were finally ready the two began to walk out the door, Minerva was stopped in her tracks as a man stand in front of her— a man in a top hat and suit wearing a mask resembling a crow's beak with glowing yellow eyes looking right at her. In most people cases they would technically be terrified of this situation; but not Minerva—well anymore— mainly due to the fact...

Minerva: Good morning Headmage Crowley
Crowley: Ah Ms. Carrington your up earlier than normal. For a second I thought I had to wake you up myself.

That he was the headmaster/headmage of the school.

Crowley: Well anyway I needed to ask you something before classes start. Come this way please.

As the two walked into the school, they made their way to the mirror chamber—that where meetings were held between the head of each house so Grim had to wait outside— as they entered the mirror chamber all the other house wardens were already gathered. Six of the other seven to be exact: a boy with red hair and was relatively shorter than most of the people here, next to him guy with both lion ears and tail that was asleep at a chair, a gentleman figure was check his watch for the time sat between them, next a boy who silvery-white hair was whistling and twirling his fingers in his sit out of boredom; and a guy who placed a tablet on the table—which the sixth warden always attended meetings that way—and took out a compact mirror and fixed the cosmetic on his face.