Mischievous

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Turning, stabbing, pocking, slashing, eviscerating, were her normal working routine at one of the many levels of hell. Her shift was finally ending and she gladly returned to her quarters. Her room was spacious, simply composed of a bedroom and a bathroom. She threw herself on her bed, wasted. 20-hours shifts were rough. 

Cytri started assisting her father's in his work young and had been around for at least a decade, she was pretty much an expert now. The work wasn't too bad and also well paid but was quite repetitive and she was starting to get in fact bored of it.

Thankfully, tomorrow was her 16th birthday, which means freedom. Goodbye working long hours of guarding the annoying-ass-damned and welcome adventure!

She was dreaming to travel the world, taste the best pizzas of Italy, fight an ancient samurai in Japan, witness the new world war with her own eyes, but most of all, meet the most handsome, talented and just overly perfect Frank Sinatra.  She hasn't gone to the mortal realm for a really long time, her memory of it was quite blurry, sometimes when she was around 6?

She'd already managed to pack her suitcase the day before with almost all her belongings, as she wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon. She didn't have much, just essentials and her beloved vinyls and postcard of Frank Sinatra. (Yes she loved him a lot).

 She happily went to sleep, excited for the day to come.

A few hours later, she jumped off her bed, put on her Sacremento green dress and shiny black heels. She placed herself in front of her dressing table and combed her long dark hair. 

She carefully put her Aslant hat on, put on her trench coat and she was ready to go.

She grabbed her briefcase and check her appearance on the mirror one last time.

Her hat was matching her dress and was complimenting her purple eyes and her raven black hair was contrasting with her very fair skin. Well, hell may be burning hot but it certainly wasn't sunny.

knock knock knock

 "Come on in!" She said.

The door opened, revealing her father.

"Hey, birthday girl! Ready to go?"

Briefcase in hand she walked to him "Yep!"

"Let's go then!" He said with a smile.

They were now facing hell's gate and her father seemed to grow more anxious by the minute, which was very unlike him.

"Are you ok? Is something wrong?" She asked concerned.

"Y-Yeah...  Just... Just be careful ok?" He handed her an old letter on her name and what seemed to be a leather coin purse. "You'll need it."

"Awww thanks dad! You're going to miss me aren-"

Her teasing was cut short has her father violently pushed her through the door. 

"Awww so nice of him." She thought as her face met the pavement of the street. 

She stood up, dusting her coat and readjusting her hat. The unknown street was busy, but thankfully no one seems to have noticed her strange entrance. By their accent, she guessed she was somewhere in England.

Before starting her journey, she decided to first read the mystery letter she still had in hand. Once she reached a small isolated alley she quickly opened it. 

The paper seemed old and deteriorated and the letter had been sealed with red wax.

 Dear Ms. Cytri Vixen,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment, as well as directions to the school.

Term begins on 1 September.

Yours Sincerely,

Headmaster Dippet

Must be some kind of sick joke.