Pandora's School for the Magically Gifted, is no Hogwarts. It's not this hopeful place for children full of wonder and enchantment. It's a decrepit castle half intent on falling in on itself. It's not located on a beautiful scenic lake, or a magical enchanted forest, with beautiful mythical birds and unicorns. It sits in the nose bleeds of the world, sunk into the top of a crest of the Carpathian mountains in Romania. There is a forest, in fact once you leave the grounds all you will find are sudden drops to your death and kilometers of perilous dense trees. The only access to the castle being a one lane road that winds against the crack of the mountain and is inaccessible by car 70% of the year. So in a nut shell, the perfect place to put a boarding school. And no it's not just the finest witches and wizards that grace the halls but also the monsters that humans warn their children about. Shapeshifters, Werewolves, Demons, Angels, Ghosts, Witches, Fae; Seelie and UnSeelie and yes, the occasional Vampire will be starting this school year trapped together in a stone cage they call a castle.
So there's this joke: A Kitsune, a Necromancer, a literal Popsicle, and the most dramatic Unseelie princess known to existence, get stuck sharing a dorm room together and it goes like, this:
(Rated M for violence, murder, sex and all of Sasha's shit)
Frida Fortescue and the Giggles in the Tombs
You must know something about Frida Fortescue. She hates tea. And when she screames fight me, she means it.
She doesn't want any adventures. Then, in her third year she began hearing a mysterious laughter, and after a while she thinks she's going insane.
Who is the mysterious Cursed Lady and why is she so concerned with Frida's life? Who would want to kill her, the little Gigglemug of Florean Fortescue?
"Would you like some ice cream?" she asked the boys. "Grampa gave me like a hundred thousand boxes with freezing charms."
"I just realised why we're friends." grinned Fred, taking a box of mint chocolate chip.
"Are you excited to finally go to Hogsmeade?" queried David, after a spoonful of dark chocolate-raspberry.
"We've been watching their brothers go every year, I was dying to go!" said Frida, looking for lemon.
"I can imagine you getting your letter and jumping to Mr. Fortescue." Lee laughed, his teeth covered in colourful sprinkles.
Frida looked out the window, beaming at the changing scenery. She imagined the hours of detention that they would get from Snape, just out of pure hatred. Well, they didn't really make it easy for him to love them, so she understood in a way. A chocolate frog flew by the window.
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