April 6th, 1944:
"Lilith Genevieve Rosenyx." The Hogwarts Headmaster, Armando Dippet, said.
The Great Hall's doors opened and the students from every table's head turned.
Lilith stood there, peering around in her Hogwarts uniform.
"She is a student from Beauxbatons, here to finish her last year at Hogwarts. Everyone, give her a warm welcome and we will begin the sorting." Dippet said with a warm smile as the students around her began to smile warmly back.
The boys gawked at her and whispered to each other while the girls looked at her with deadly eyes.
It was no doubt that she stood out.
Her hair was as black as a raven. Her skin was like porcelain and it was sickly pale from the lack of sun. She had cold gray eyes that could pierce through anyone and mask a lie. Her facial structure was also extraordinary. She had high and chiseled cheekbones with a sharp jawline. You'd think she was of noble blood. She perfectly exceeded all the standards. It was like she was a project turned to perfection, that she wasn't real and and was like a puppet with the looks of a porcelain doll.
Lilith glanced at Dippet who glanced at her warmly, trying to be graceful to the once threat to Europe.
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France, L'Académie Sinistre, April 2nd, 1944.
Lilith sat a table wearing her school uniform; a black skirt, long socks, a white button up with a green tie and a dark gray vest and topped off with her silky hair pooling down her shoulders like a dark ocean. She sat up straight and looked at the headmaster, Vincent Monet.
Monet was a French-Iranian dark wizard who had dark eyes with dark, bushy eyebrows as windows. His face was always sagging in a way that made him always look aggravated. In other words, he was a Middle Eastern nightmare.
She tried not to show any emotion to Monet to avoid another hour in La Chambre Noire where they were punished for showing vulnerability by being trapped in a never-ending darkness.
L'Académie Sinistre was hardly a school but more of a project. Or, better known as an experiment on exploiting the dark magic of young witches and wizards and keeping them trapped in an enclosure in the case of one getting out into the normal wizarding world, or worse, the real world.
A team of high order witches and wizards came from the Ministry of Magic in England all the way to France to conduct a study on what to classify these students. Soon, they decided to brand them as L'Ange Déchu, meaning fallen angel. Most of the students were adopted into Roman Catholicism so it only felt right to brand a name that's familiar to them. Over years and centuries, their nickname became the 'Sirens of the Land' as their charm and attractiveness lured its prey into its carefully articulated trap and were shut off from the wizarding world. Any witch or wizard that shows signs of being an Ange Déchu was shipped off to the school with not a trace of their past life left.
Now, what happens when these peculiar students graduate? Well, that depends on if they make it out alive and so far, no one has. Whether it's torture, illness, stress, magic related incident, or suicide, death was the only way out.
No one knew about L'Académie Sinistre because if they did, they'd try and find it. Only the highest organizations of witches and wizards in the wizarding world knew and it was a contract to keep it hidden from the public eye for their safety.
The school is a large castle with beautiful exterior yet the interior was cold and dull. Dark stone and the only source of light was the rare sightings of windows and candles peering on every corner.
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