The Blueberry Yogurt Academy, founded by the Fount of Knowledge, Blueberry Yogurt Cookie, himself.
A name of much prestige, one of the hardest vestibulars of all Earthbread, but, in exchange, a chance to learn the best from the best.
Top quality teaching and material for alchemy, white magic, black magic, cookie medicine, biology and history, astronomy, astrology, advanced calculus, art and much more!
Cookies could kill to have their names on the approved list, I mean, imagine having your name in the graduateds of one of the strictest universities in the world!
[...]
You were desperate, 19 years old, giving up everything to spend a whole year and a half dedicating yourself to studying and only studying.
No speaking with friends, no visits to 5th deegre family houses, no dates, to parties, to birthdays, nothing.
You were determined to pass, it was your only chance to become a witch and you'd simply decided you wouldn't let it slide, no matter what.
Well... you'd figure it was a bit hard to concentrate in a house where you lived along with your mother, your father and more 8 siblings.
Being the oldest one is a hassle sometimes...
But, well, it was not an option to let that stop you. You braced up and stood your ground good, nothing and nobody was stopping you from your goal.
[...]
The day of the vestibulars came, the starting point was 6am of a Monday and the ending point was midnight of Thursday. A 50 page notebook of question and a 200+ lines essay.
And, Witches, you aced it! Your name was second place on the admission list, the results came two months after the exam took place.
You had never cried that much before.
And slept, you slept, a lot, for days.
But, well, here you were. By your own deserve, standing in the entrace of one of the most luxurious, and big, buildings you had ever seen.
The place was elegantly built in a victorian style, maintaining a palette of white, black, light blue and dark blue, much like the uniforms.
Wherever you looked, it just got more and more big, getting lost around here would be the easiest take ever.
[...]
You had another goal now, speak to the principal to get your grades on the test, your time table and the keys to your dormitory.
You, speaking to Blueberry Yogurt Cookie, simply the biggest idol and hole model of your whole life. Just your hero.
Your hands trembled in excitement and nervousness as you raised one to knock on the door.
“Oh Witches, oh Witches, oh Witches...”
You took a deep breath as a calm, velvety voice told you to step inside.