Night Raven College, the single college in all of Twisted Wonderland that managed the feat of transforming every single one of their students into stars.
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You were midway through 15 when the Dark Carriage pulled up to take you to the gates of guaranteed success.
Not ever had you seen your parents so proud as that day.
And yet, nothing could ever have prepared you to the horrors you'd live in that place.
You'd live, you'd rush, you'd cry, you'd fail, and you would definitely go through an emotional rollercoaster.
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The first day ceremony had already been pure chaos, from fainting students to monitors falling off stairs, everything that could go wrong, did.
Much for your luck, or unluck, if you'd rather, the Dark Mirror assigned you to the dormitory of Heartslabyul.
At first, what looked like a pretty land of roses and fancy unbirthday parties, would soon turn into a frozen inferno.
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Two weeks in, two weeks, nothing should have happened. And yet, just there, you'd fallen off a broom 20 meters in the air, gotten lost twice, figured the time table and studies assignments were ridiculous and witnessed a cute red haired boy win over the post of Housewarden in a duel.
That cute red haired boy would be one of the biggest problems through your highschool walkthrough.
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He was a drag.
Why would anyone so beautiful be so annoying!?
His strictness was ridiculous! Everything needed to be meticulously on top of the rules, and may the Seven pity you if you dared to break one.
To make it worse, his unique spell made it impossible to challenge him in a duel to take over the post. "Off with your head" had the property of cancelling any magic possible with a collar.
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It wasn't fair, but, even annoyed, the students still had more important things to do.
And the first year passed.
The freshmen were now sophomores, the sophomores were third years and the third years were graduates.
News of who succeeded on what popped up and down, making the new freshmen even more nervous.
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You and the red haired boy, Riddle, grew to be somewhat close friends. You were one of the few people he actually liked having around.
And that applied simply because you figured that following the strict rules without complaint was the best way of surviving to his fits.
And that pleased him, a lot.
It felt like somebody finally understood him, and that was probably the main reason of why you two grew so much closer after his overblot.
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It felt like a huge 'will-they-won't-they' that never happened, you two even paired for the graduation prom and stayed talking for a bit more after that before inevitably parting ways.
He, now a renowned writer and literature teacher, you, a star stylist and designer. Both busy to the top, though still carrying find memories of one another.
EIGHT YEARS PASSED.
November 13th, exactly two in the afternoon.
Your hands were trembling, your knees felt like would give under the weight of the dress and what awaited for you down the aisle.
It all felt unreal, and the urge to just break down crying came even before the start.
The same you who refused to engage in a relationship during your studies was the first one of your group to get married.
Oh, the irony.
Life has its ways of twisting our lives upside down, to best or to worse.
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And it went quickly from meeting again to the engagement to the ceremony, three years after five away were a short amount of time.
Even so, things felt like they were just right.
You clutched the bouquet, choking up a river behind your eyes. For a first, this wasn't some laughable dream to be interrupted by your alarm clock.
Oh, by the Seven...