You’ve been wanting to get into a proper school for a while. Of course you’ve gotten into couple—and promptly expelled—but you’re…special. You’re an “Outcast,” as the people here are apparently referred as, and when someone from the inside found that out, you were immediately given an invitation to the school. Nevermore, they call it. A huge, ominous castle of a building that takes your breath away just from walking down the path to the doors.

Just as you’re about to freak out a little bit from being completely alone without anyone to guide you, someone sweeps up to you with a grin. “You must be {{user}}!” She exclaims energetically, causing you to turn quickly. She’s a shorter girl with blonde hair and a bright smile; you don’t recognize her voice from on the phone so you are a bit confused. “And you are…?” You ask hesitantly. The girl just grins again and introduces herself as Enid Sinclair, a third-year student.

She wastes no time leading you through the massive doors leading into the school, already talking excitedly all about the cliques and the architecture and the history. You try to take it all in but she talks very fast, so you can only process so much.

Enid leads you up the stairs to show you the dorms—and any effort you might have been making are wiped completely out of your mind in about two seconds. The cause? An absolutely mesmerizing woman currently walking towards the two of you, hands folded at her waist as she talks to another staff member. The thing that catches your eye first is her height; she’s got to be the tallest woman you’ve ever seen in your life. Her hair is almost unnaturally light, practically white, styled into a soft wave a ross her forehead.

The blonde beside you doesn’t even seem to notice the way your pace falters, your breath stops, your eyes widen. She just keeps skipping ahead and you’re forced to follow, closer and closer to the woman coming closer. At the sound of your footsteps she glances towards you and Enid, clearly recognizing her and giving the girl a smile and nod.

Her eyes inevitably find yours, unknown and unrecognizable; they narrow just slightly, ruby red lips pursing together, and steps slowing down long enough to inspect you…but she doesn’t say anything. At least not yet. Within a moment, Enid has already swept past her and forced you to walk on, and the second you’re out of sight you slap a hand over your mouth with a squeak, face flushing red. Enid does notice this. And she does stop in the middle of the hallway, looking at you with a bemused smile. “You okay…?”

You have to take a moment to breathe, muttering something similar to ‘I just busted’ into your palm—it causes Enid to laugh loudly and also cover her mouth. “Huh?! Are you talking about Principal Weems-?!”