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during your first year at nightraven collage you were quite new to that of the customs, you had always grown up in a household that was quite keen on steering clear of magic. Which was quite hysterical considering being in a world run by it, ever since you were little you'd sneak out and go to the libary to read up on all kinds of magic as to not fall behind your peers.
So when the carriage came to bring you to one of the best magical schools in all of wonderland your parents were outraged. But nothing can stop the will of the magic mirror and so that night you threw your suitcases out your window and climbed down the vines on the side of your house. You didn't even look back before getting into the coffin and letting the carriage take you away.
During your first year you had been sorted into scarbia, which was fitting due to all the work you had to put into having even an ounce of knowlege that others your age didn't even have to think of as a privellage. you had worked yourself down to the bone by the end of the first year and when exams pulled up you were pulling all nighters left and right, to say the symphatic (if you sqint) look professor crewl gave you when he had handed you back your marked exam booklet crushed your hopes of surviving at night raven collage, that would be an understatement. You were convinced that headmaster crowley would kick you out then and there considering your student file and no prior education. but to your Joy and surprise you had merely got held back. However that didn't save you the embarassement of having to explain that to the other students in your grade due to you already being 17 in what was assumed to be your first year.
one of these embarassing conversations included when the new first years were welcomed into scarbia, the old dormleader had made it his mission to mock and tourment you the moment you had arrive, he had been a kid who lived in your area and anybody who knows anybody had heard about the only child of the hysterical non magic couple. The only advantage that came from this is that noone would have assumed you being afab for you had taken advantage of the sewing skills your mother had taught you and spent years of practice to be able to make a binder, although It was quite hard to get hands on the right fabric and not be suspicious so a bit of magical tinkering may have been involved... besides that you were directed to lead the first years back to the dorm, why your asshole dormleader was able to send a regular student to guide everyone was beyond you but you shut up and used the cards you were delt. you after all didn't really have a say in anything as far as your bratty peers thought.
It happened the first night when everyone was heading to their rooms and you had went to the first years wing since naturally if you were in the first year you'd stay in the first year dorm wing. A voice had spoke from behind you. ''uh excuse me? aren't you in the second year? I thought only first years had rooms in this hall..'' you had turned to meet the person who had called to you and instantly realized who it was, the crowned prince, of the scalding sands, oh shit what an awful day. Before you could respond the boy who stood next to him, tall with long black hair and sharp looking eyes spoke up, ''kailim, they are probaby Just checking to make sure we all find our rooms in time, your embarassing us in front of our upperclass men...'' despite saying this rather than angry seemed to take on a tone of that of a mother softly telling off her child.
you gulped, ''actually! I'm also a first year... I was held back..'' you let out a nervous laugh, embarrassed despite knowing this will happen alot to you from now on. The boy stood up straight with a shocked look on his face. ''oh! I apologize...that must be hard to say outloud considering the dorm were in....I'm Jamil viper, and this is the crowned prince, Kailim Al-asim." kailim gave you a big smile and waved, ''nice to meet you! maybe you can help us in class since it's your second time!" Jamil gave you a look that read 'i'm so sorry he's utterly stupid and hopeless forgive him he's a spoiled prince' You chuckled again and held out your hand to shake, "pleasure to meet you prince kailim! and you Jamil."