Minds of Magic

Principal and Principles

The principal wasn't actually principal but really a headmaster. I'm not really sure what the difference is but I do know she wasn't like any principal I'd ever met. First off, the principal was a woman. Headmaster Syrup. She was stout woman with a weird obsession with purple. Her entire office was covered in it. Purple walls, purple carpet. She even had famous historical paints on the walls but purple. For example, a large copy of the Mona Lisa hung behind her desk on the wall. The only thing was that it was painted in only shades of purple. The woman wore a purple dress and lipstick. If she had a cat I bet she would be purple too.

Now, Headmaster Syrup looked on at me with a look of utter confusion. Her chubby little fingers folded together on her comically larger then her desk. I sat in a chair on the other side of her office desk.

"...Okay, young lady, let me get this straight. You want to join all the mystics classes because of why now?"

"I had a vision of the future!" I said raising my hands frantically," I know how crazy it sounds but what I saw was horrible and I don't know when it happens but I think it's happening soon."

Syrup made a dampening motion with her hand," Calm now, sweet. I understand that part, you are apart of the Grimsbane family line after all, so having visions is not that big of a surprise. But why on earth would you like to join both vampire and werewolf classes when you are only required to take witchcraft classes?"

"Because, there are people in those classes that are suffering or about to suffer and I think I'm the one who needs to help them!" I desperately needed the headmaster to understand. I wasn't too sure myself what I needed to do next but I just knew in my gut that this was the first step to preventing those awful things I envisioned in class.

Ms.Syrup let out a tired sigh that was much bigger than she was and thrummed her filed nails against her desk," Listen, my sweet. A sad fact that you should have learned early on is that we all suffer. We mystics especially, each have our own battle with our natures. For instance, magic-wielders pay a great price for the powers we hold. Our sanity can be slowly stripped away the stronger we become. The same with werewolves. Every day for them is a battle with the beast within. Their anger has the potential to be quite deadly. And Vampires, may have it the worst. Life everlasting has a negative effect on those of the undead. For them, it's easy to forget the value of life and a lot of them even wish for death."

"So, you're telling me, Magicians have psychosis, werewolves have anger issues, and vampires have depression?" 
Syrup thought for a moment then shrugged her shoulders," Yes, to put it simply."

"I-is that possible?" I asked leaning forward in my seat. The hope welled up inside of me as I thought of the possibility of me getting new classes.

'"I suppose I could put you in noon and night classes."

"T-that would be great." I shouted, jumping from my chair in excitement.
"You are a smart girl, Im sure you could handle it..."

"Thank you, ma-!"

"Ah," Syrup raised her finger and interjected," On one conditions..."

I slowly sank back into my chair, suspicious of what this condition could be," Alright. What is it." 

She beamed a bright and excited smile,"Don't let it all rest on your shoulders. You have many people around you who want to help, including myself. I must say, whoever these people are I can see that they are about to make a great friend."
So in the end, I came out with a load more classes. I took morning classes with witches, noon classes with werewolves and night classes with vampires. My schedule was booked up tight! Either way, I had gotten a whole new schedule one that was completely different from the one that I had with only spellcaster classes. Now I even had a pass to enter the basement for my 'vampiric studies'. The very next day would be my first day of new classes... again.