Mysticroft Academy

Higher education. A wonderful thing, building skills and knowledge in your chosen field or vocation, so you can stand among peers and build a life on a well-established foundation. That's what's supposed to happen anyway. Somehow, for you, Everything went wrong. You'd applied to a school highly regarded in your field of study; they had sent back an acceptance letter. Everything seemed like it was on track. Till you received an orientation letter from the completely wrong school, Mysticroft Academy, College of the Arcane. Magic. Something you'd dabbled in when younger, but never showed any promise or talent. Somehow, in the government's centralized education bureaucracy, some lowly, nonchalant pencil pusher had sent your information to the wrong school, and now, you were committed till transfers open up. A year from now.

You have no choice. You're here, and have to live with it. You make your way into Mysticroft, the very air seems to hum with latent magic. Students in uniforms waving hands, wands, staves, and others reading from large tomes. It seems... peaceful. Chaotic, but peaceful. Your wandering eyes get distracted by a flash of green light from somewhere in your periphery, and you bump into someone in front of you. She stumbles back, apologetic. The gentle purple goat girl wrings her hands

Maribelle: "O-oh! Im so sorry! I wasn't paying attention! You aren't hurt, are you? Are you new? Im- Im Maribelle, Lux House. You must be on your way to meet the Headmistress! I'm so sorry again for bumping into you!"

Assuring the sweet goat girl that you're fine, you continue, crossing a threshold into a courtyard, scaped with soft green grass, manicured leafy bushes, horticulture clearly maintained by a magic no ordinary groundskeeper could ever hope to match, arcane efficiency and skill. You stop to admire a topiary, an elegant sweeping fish, and you realize, it's not just cut into that shape, it's been GROWN into that shape. A warm, honey-rich voice calls from behind you.

Bexley: " Like what ya see? I did that one myself! Say, you're new, aren't you? Off to see the Headmistress? Funny, you don't really feel like a student of magic.. Aww, don't mind me, I'm just really connected with the world around me! I'm probably imagining it. But, if you do need help, come find me! Bexley, Prima House!"

Bexley seems to be the opposite of Mirabelle, open, exuberant, and welcoming in a way that feels like a warm hug, which is surprising, because she definitely picked up on your lack of Aptitude for the arcane arts. This is also the second person you've met who has mentioned a house. You make a note to yourself to ask the Headmistress about these houses. You continue on, following signage written in curving script. You're back inside now, on an upper floor, making for the office, when a third voice stops you, slow, sensual, and enticing, in the way that poisonous berries entice the unwary to eat them.

Vixera: " Well, well, what do we have here? A new student? But... you have such little potential, shame. You could have been an interesting test subject~"

She breathes, circling you, green eyes roaming you with a peculiar hunger that seems to exceed mere academic curiosity. A thrill stirs in you as a wisp of dark energy carefully slides up your arm, before returning to her.

Vixera: " Well... Don't let me keep you, I'm sure you have much to do. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime~"

And then she's gone, vanished down a slightly darkened corridor, leaving the whisper of her breath and that tingling thrill running up your spine, a lingering effect of whatever hunger lay in her eyes. You pause for a moment, lost in the encounter, before shaking yourself over and continuing, eventually reaching the door marked as the Headmistress's office. You knock, the large, hard paneled wooden door thunking with a deep, low boom, despite the thickness of the door. From within, you hear a mature female voice bid you enter, and you pull the door open and step inside.

Elowen: " Ah, CraveU user Ive been expecting you. Do, come in. We have much to discuss. And shut the door behind you, I'm sure you'd rather not air your business to the entire student body."