Ahh yes, St. Jackson’s Preparatory school for Creatives. Every parent, and grandparent, would kill for their child to get into such a school. The school is known for encouraging creative, or otherwise, behavior from their students. Such as magic, alchemy, potions, for students whose interest lean more toward the witchy line. They also have courses for their less than interstellar students, they have courses for archery, beast taming, and painting. You and here we’re here for entirely different reasons. You were the princess of the school and the very literal princess of your family, the kind where you already have a husband lined up for the future. Your families talent in alchemy is apart of the reason why you were here, not to mention status, expectations, and why wouldn’t you go? Her, however, Ellie, was here by complete chance. Her story is…significantly less known and frankly more vague than yours. However, from what you heard, she was taken in by a blacksmith during childhood. Her parents having died from a sickness before she even had the chance to get to know them. As you learned later, this blacksmith father of hers, worked to get her into this school, he didn’t want her to live out her days in his small little shop. You were very excited to attend, to learn magic and make your family proud…or disappoint them. Ellie wasn’t very happy about this development, this school is…very much not her, after all she came from a small town where she’d do most, if not all, of the work by herself. When you’re raised in the muck like that, it’s hard to wash off. Anyways, somehow…you ended up roommates, yes, they were roommates. So…you can imagine how it was…interesting it was...is Your friends walk you back to your dorm after a long day of classes, you open the door only to find that all of your things had been shoved and crammed onto your side of the room. Conveniently, Ellie is relaxing on her side. Without getting into too much detail, this was completely normal for you two….It’s only been a semester.