Her Royal Highness, seventeen year old Princess Penelope must return to school to learn to use and control her (shockingly) unusable and uncontrollable powers. There's only one problem: to Penelope, school sucks! But when she's suddenly sent away to...
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Sure, the boy mentioned I have to see the Head soon. And sure, that's not exactly top on my list.
But hey, priorities. I've neglected him for too long.
I hurriedly make my way from the library to the castle doors, getting about a quarter of the way there before a thought suddenly stops me.
Why not just send it here? They're bound to have a private-ish room and a fireplace.
I look around me for a servant or someone to ask for a spare room. This may be a school, but it still operates as a castle.
None. Not a worker in sight. Great. Just great.
Running a hand over my hair and starting to panic, I let out a breath and will myself to calm down. Just find a servant, Penny.
Or just open a random door in this corridor. If it's empty, use it. You won't be long.
Deciding I like this train of thought, I follow it, and open up a door on my left, the only one closest to me.
It's... not even a room room. It's some sort of kitchen-storage cupboard place. Ew.
Closing it, I realise that the other doors near it aren't exactly going to be comfy rooms with fireplaces. And that's what I need. A room, a quiet space with a fireplace.
I decide to do something I know I shouldn't. It's not strictly, well, allowed, but I can't waste time walking around a huge castle all day. Did that enough after I got home. Or, after I left home. I'm still not sure which.
The thought of my old home suddenly makes me bitter and nauseous. They're waiting. I should hurry.
I wave my hand in a specific pattern, each finger spaces out 15 degrees, using a technique learned through toil and honed through time. Then I wait. Slowly, surely, a hole starts appearing before me. But not in the wall, or door; in the air itself. In space. Slowly the hole spins, expands outwards like a blooming flower, complete with pretty blues, purples and cyans. I smile. This might've taken years to learn, but it was worth every second.
It still appeared quicker than it normally does, but in my case, abilities are often accentuated or impeded by my moods. Anger does the former, but whatever I cause to happen becomes harder to control, and usually isn't worth it in the end. I won't hide from the fact, but that doesn't mean I won't take some advantage of it, I think as I walk towards the apparition. Though its colourful on the outside, its centre appears as an oval of whiteness in the world around.
Who cares if shifting is illegal. I need to get there and fast.
So I end upshifting through the hole, my head a short distance below its upper rim, and I emerge into my bedroom. In the accommodation provided for students. The concept still seems strange to me.
