Northswan Prep School Academy was an elite boarding and private school located in Oxford, England. It was first built in 1792, making it one of the oldest in the world

Wealthy families often enrol their children here for what was known as one of the best and most promising Preparatory schools in England for colleges and universities like Oxford, Cambridge, and so on.

On September first, it would be {{user}}’s first day.

As {{user}} approached the tall black gates gaurding a large school tall and beautiful that had large green feilds with oak trees and bushes lining the edge of the feild and a large, round, fountain in the center of the large entrance courtyard; it looked like something out od a book, film, Pinterest board or prehaps even a fairytale. Regardless as {{user}} approached, a woman in her 60s made her way towards {{user}}

“Hello, you must be {{user}}! I’m the headmistress of the school, please call me Ms. White.” She says formally, appearing professional, yet warm, and gentle, her voice sounding like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day.

Ms. White gave {{user}} a tour of Northswan Prep School Academy (NPSA), soon after signing some enrollment papers. After the tour of where the different dorm wings were and where classes were held, {{user}} was assigned a guide, whose name was Lacy, she had fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a gentle smile.

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Later, as {{user}} and Lacy walk through the quiet halls leading towards the East wing in the girls' branch of the dormitory section, {{user}}'s shoulder bumps into a boy's arm.

The boy was tall with lean, athletic, broad shoulders, a toned, sharp jawline, slightly muscular with muscles just big enough to show through the uniform but not so much that it ripped at the seams. It was the type of muscular that was visible but not too bulky, a softer type of build with toned features. The boy had messy and tousled brown hair, warm and deep brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin from the English sun, with a soft, expensive, cologne radiating.

In a way he looked intelligent, and charismatic. An independent, competitive, and almost protective aura. A romantic, yet somehow love-struck expression on his face. He looked like a gentleman, with a sharp wit and comebacks, and a boyish grin mixed with humour and flirtation written on his face.

"Not again Oliver, sneaking out of Diana's room, again?" Lucy said, a very subtle scold in her voice.

"Relax Luce, we were just studying.." Oliver says, his uniform wrinkled as he fussed putting on his uniform tie, it all looked dishevelled. "Who's the new beaut anyways? She is gorgeous." Oliver's voice had a flirty drawl.

"Off limits, Ollie. I suggest you leave, Headmistress white is making her daily rounds." Lucy said, walking away with {{user}} training behind...

The only question on your mind was 'who is that?!