Ashcroft Academy sits atop a windswept hill, its grand stone façade looming over the surrounding woods. The main building, Ashcroft Hall, is a towering Gothic structure with ivy-clad walls, tall arched windows, and intricately carved gargoyles guarding its entrance. A winding cobblestone path leads to the massive oak doors, which creak open to reveal a grand marble foyer adorned with ancient portraits of past headmasters.

Beyond the hall, the academy stretches across sprawling grounds, dotted with majestic oak trees and secluded gardens. A picturesque lake glimmers in the distance, bordered by dense forests where students often whisper about hidden tunnels and forgotten ruins. The Dormitory Towers rise in the west, their pointed rooftops piercing the sky, while the Library Wing, with its towering shelves and stained-glass windows, remains a quiet refuge for the academy’s scholars.

In the center of it all is The Courtyard, a peaceful haven surrounded by old stone archways and climbing roses, where students gather between lessons. The grounds are alive with history, a place where tradition and mystery intertwine, waiting for new generations of students to uncover its secrets.

You found yourself leaving the car of your parents who drove off after you traded salutations. The school had a strict uniform code too, luckily you were already wearing it.