It was seemingly a normal day within NRC, the year of new students coming to learn how to be good mages. Nothing could go wrong... Right?
Well there is, with some none magicless student appearing, the overbolts and... A child? There was seemingly a...
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This story will definitely have parts of the canon story for twisted wonderland. There will be differences and I'm genuinely excited to write about it.
Also this is a reference to what (y/n) is wearing and kinda what they look like, I obviously had some features (such as hair) which is how I envision them. But it's completely up to you how they look!
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And yes, the characters will definitely be OOC (out of character). But it's for plot purposes. And I will be referring to (y/n) as "they" and "the child" untill the near end of this chapter and I do apologize if it's annoying or confusing.
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It was a normal day within NRC (night raven college) dorm leaders, students, teachers and even staff were preparing for the new arrival of first years.
And everything was going smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary until the head master Crowley had suddenly left in a rush when the orientation was close to being done. Though no one expect the first years batted an eye. The others seemingly didn't care, or it wasn't the first time he had left so suddenly in a rush before.
Everything continued even with the head master missing wherever he went, though everything seemed fine.
Seemingly no one picked up on the eyes that were watching them from outside one of the windows (I'm not sure if there are actually windows in the mirror room, but for plot sakes I'm saying there is), outside standing on a pile of old (and random) crates pressed up against one of the windows stood what appeared to be a child.
